Letras
Whoever said perfection lies in a winning hand
Never picked themselves off the ground
Never blew the plan
This one's for the losers and the ones who took the fall
Unsung heroes, a dying breed, don't you hang them on a wall
Following dreams to spite ourselves
Couldn't say the reason why
Hadn't seen nothing you haven't seen yet
With shades drawn down on eyes
Time to get back to the natural state
I don't care what grows on trees
Cause when your dreams start chasing you
Money won't set them free
We've got a few more years
No need to turn the hands of time
No need for fears, bleeding hearts aside
And our time will come like those who walked before
In a hundred years it won't matter anymore
As hellos turn to goodbyes, worry turning near
Could it all be done over but in the end might still be here
So preachers, keep on preaching, for the sinner's cross to bear
Is heavy as a rolling stone and soft like the morning air
We've got a few more years, no need to turn the hands of time
No need for fears, bleeding hearts aside
And our time will come like those who walked before
In a hundred years it won't matter anymore
In a hundred years it won't matter anymore