Forecast, The

One Hundred Percent
giving in to the comforts of an empty room i'm so afraid of losing all the faith i have in you starlight will guide us home under the dark sky so wait for me i confess as soon as we met i gave you my best one hundred percent of me smoke is rising faster and we'll fall behind wait this out with me slowly crawling back to what we left behind waiting now we're wasted and in my head i feel undressed i'm hanging by a thread locked down shut out and your smile's just throwing fuel on the fire From Letras Mania