I'm mad gonna sell it on a t-shirt. I'm living out a borrowed age. I got God, I got the medication. I got enough make it all go away. Got blood on the mirror boy.
Down two crossroads you lay. Sweet lord I'm coming home to stay. Sworn your last turn thrown. Sweet lord I'm comin' home for good. Oh whoa sweet lord I'm comin' home.
Sometimes the silence is all we know. You leave your picture we fall in love. When lines are memory we carry on. Sometimes the light turns out too bright.