We pick the ultra-violets. We get to wear the made up fantasy. We like to spin the bottle. Hogs on the road, you and me. . You got the vice to pull you in.
Stoned in love is what you came for. Spinnin' wheels and burnin' lights from your candle. I'm outta my head, a bullet for your misery. It's a cold, hard world, that's the only one for me.
Two, three, four. Call of the wild, lightning to thunder. Who woulda thought it would pull you under. Watching your world move like a second hand. Two years gone, can't bring 'em back again.
If I ever thought my whole world be torn apart. If I ever dreamed I was the lucky one. I wanna touch you, wanna reach you. It's stormin' all the time.
Sittin' here thinking 'bout the soul that they call the one love. I just wanna stop the world because. . Life's not a bowl o' cherries. Life's not a bowl o' cherries.
Come on. . Too much time spent in stormy weather. I didn't think it would be so cold. Our fire's burnin' now that we're together. It almost feels like I'm halfway home.
Standin' by the window. Watchin' all the rain. Wonderin' where the wind blows. It's comin' round again. . Thinkin' all is said and done. You've heard it all before.
When I woke up this mornin'. I promised it would end. To walk the straight and narrow. Now it's comin' round again. . 4 o'clock in the mornin'. To the break of day.