Guns come cheap. 
In the city with the burning river
She wants to trust me, but thinks of all the times i hurt herif you wanna feel free play a song in a sorrowful rhythmi know you hate me it would have meant a lot to get along (it's okay)
The higher we climb the further we fall
These happy times are stringing me alongwrite it on the wall this is my life
There's something about the look in your eyes
Guns aren't cheap in a world where the rich get richeri wanna trust me its only that by now i know betterif you wanna reach your dreams you gotta make the world believers
I know you wanna leave, it would have meant a lot to get along
The higher we climb the further we fall
These happy times are stringing me alongwrite it on the wall this is my life
There's something about the look in your eyes