Print

When you're calling ain't calling back to you I'll be side stage, mouthing lines for you Humiliated by age, terrified of youth I got hope but my hope isn't helping you Spitting out guts from their gears Draining our spleen over years Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there Wake up puddle eyed, sleeping in the suit The truth is ugly, well I feel ugly too We'll be heroes on every barstool Seeing double beats not seeing one of you Spitting out guts from their gears Draining our spleen over years Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there Well you stole the heart right out my chest Changed the words that I know best Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there Spitting out guts from their gears Draining our spleen over years Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there Well you stole the heart right out my chest Changed the words that I know best Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there From Letras Mania