Days Of Thunder

(some are born to be chained up and tied)

(some are born into restless lives)

There's a face at the end of the ride

You feel strange as you move on inside

Some are born to be chained up and tied

Some are born into restless lives

There's a look on your face when you're high

Like the peace at the end of the trial

There's no king in sight

You want something

Something more than this

but I have nothing

Nothing more to give

Fall asleep with the glass in your hand

Dream of things that you don't understand

Do you ever give into your needs

Like I always give into mine?

There's no end to the end of the night

Like the days when we're losing our minds

There's no end in sight

You want something

Something more than this

When there is nothing

Nothing left to give

First we build it

Then we watch it fall

In our days of thunder

Together we'd take off

and take it all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all

or nothing at all