Fifteen odd rounds in the back of your skull
I've been downing despair and I'm finally full.
You cast but a shadowy doubt on the truth
I am calling the shots now, and this thing is through.
A bittersweet balance, it runs through my bones;
I believe it means something, what it is I don't know.
I'm a cynical man who knows nothing comes free
let us both take a step towards the middle, and somewhere we'll meet.
All I've said and done
it ain't fooling anyone,
You can't hide intentions.
Patience is precious,
sincerity's sweet.
If a vice is a lock
then a virtue's the key.
With a gun in your hand and the sun in your eyes
you can run from your sorrows "“ but why?
All I've said and done
it ain't fooling anyone,
You can't hide intentions.
See these days, we may,
in glowing shades of gray
but right in the moment, it is okay.