Chaselounge
I Could Have Been a Contender
Count the times I kissed your bittersweet lipsAnd all the nights that I'd lay in bed, sleeplessWhen I can't rely on you anymoreAnd it's one more night on your killing floorJust one more long deep breathInto the ring, now, we stepHear the sound, the Round One bell is ringingToe to toe we go, you come out swingingAnd I can't recharge batteries anymoreAnd it hurts to lie on your canvas floorLeft-handed jabs I takeThese worn out legs, they just acheLet stay of execution pardon meThese heavy eyelids just want sleepThey just want sleepThey just want to sleepThe sun won't shine againThis ice we tread is getting thin (getting thin)You're wearing too much makeup for disguiseThese battle wounds we have don't lieAnd now I'm convinced that this is overAnd my eyes are misting, staring colderThrough cityscapes we make our way, unstableI wish I could reach you but I'm not able
From Letras Mania