Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Put whiskey on the wounds. Salt the glass and say goodbye. No feel-good scenes to bring it back. Just falling brick and broken glass. . Wrecking-ball operator.