Letras
I could give you all of my organs
And I know you'll find
A way to rip my heart out, won't you?
I'm Harrison Ford's best performance
So you'll see this old
Coat hanger in a decade or two
A tourist in my youth
Who split off from the group
Calls on the Grand Old Duke
From his ten thousand men
Truth when it suits
Knocking boots with the thereabouts
Call all the shots
When you're not gonna shoot me down
Make no mistake
Only fakes circle back to pout
Once they've been read aloud
You can count me out
Remember when too much was too soon?
Now too soon is too mature a wine
To waste down the phone
Sorry to come bursting your balloon
But around the world
In nine thousand days won't run you home
Did I split from the group?
Did Covid steal my youth?
March up the hill and you'll
Just break my crown again
Truth when it suits
Knocking boots with the thereabouts
Call all the shots
When you're not gonna shoot me down
Don't waste my time
I can climb, I don't need you now
All on your own accounts
You can count me out
Woah
Oh
You can count me out