Courier

Busy Streets
Set my eyes on open road A pair of thoughts and dreams carry a heavy load Caring costs more than we think These parts and tires create a fire in every blink As my mind drifts from the wheel Drawn from my heart I analyze the way that I feel I've come to love this time alone Long passed the place where I'm to face the grinding stone We bend, but we send, a sense that we won't bleed Broke again, we amend, the hearts and souls we see If I dread, verses read, to say til death do us part Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car Pass the place they made of gold Stuff my face to cloud disgrace I won't grow old Would you care to realize The challenge in the need to win the nobel prize? We bend, and we send, a sense that we don't see Lost again, chaos renders, what the world will be If I said, verses read, to bottle peace in a jar Must be left, for the best, within the confines of this car As my mind drifts from the wheel Letras de cancionesDrawn from my heart I analyze the good that I steal We bend and we send, our sense of sight to greed Broken fence, and we reckon, someone's soul will bleed If I'm dead, versus read, to follow lights from afar Must be left, laid to rest, within the confines of this car Bridge I could break out and leave the heartache and the doubt Caring costs more than we think Within the bars that make this car my laurels sink From Letras Mania