Lyrics
I'll get out from this smokey and awful place
and let the sun stroke and warm up my drawn face.
That girl says she loves my music loves my grace,
but we both know it's not about love in there.
Let's go back and try to find the righteous way.
Let's go back and see how much we have to pay.
(Música)
Evey bleeding nose has become a hug giver today,
And every fake creature feels like a poet instead.
That girl says how she loves my music loves my grace,
but we both know there's no love in what she says.
Let's go back and try to find the righteous way.
Let's go back and see how much we have to pay.
(Música)
Bring me back home!
Bring me back home!
Let's go back and try to find the righteous way.
Let's go back and see how much we have to pay.
