Letras
Old sheepskin
Black jeans and a gun in her right hand
She preaches
Empty words with a menacing meaning
Pull the point apart
We analyze the message that she writes in the dark
How much can she take?
For God's sake, don't let 'em take you away
High hopes, best regards
We try to cope and cover up these new scars
Too soon and much too late
Try to make a reason that'll help us escape
High hopes, best regards
We try to cope and cover up these new scars
Too soon and much too late
For God's sake, don't let 'em take you away
Having trouble sleeping
Life lessons that I'm planning on keeping
Life could be deceiving
But I can never fucking blame you for leaving
Ghosts, souls and memories
Keep stalking me and probably will never leave
Taking time to close this hatch
Face the facts I know you'll never come back
High hopes, best regards
We try to cope and cover up these new scars
Too soon and much too late
We got to make a reason that'll help us escape
High hopes, best regards
We try to cope and cover up these new scars
Too soon and much too late
For God's sake, don't let 'em take you away
Travel back to Ireland
Cooking up another one to see you again
Bullet proof and a ring on the hand
Slow it down, you're speeding up as fast as you can