| Song | Chinchilla |
| Artist | This Town Needs Guns |
| Album | Topshelf Records 2010 Summer Sampler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| So far we’ve lost focus. | |
| Lets just concentrate on words that could mean everything. | |
| On nights like this, | |
| we drink ourselves dry | |
| and make promises | |
| without intention. | |
| So fortunate that this was brought up, | |
| the last time. As I recall, | |
| I can’t hold up your every expectation. | |
| On nights like this, | |
| we drink ourselves dry | |
| and make promises | |
| without intention. | |
| My God, is this what we’ve become? | |
| Living parodies of love and loss, | |
| can we really be all that lost? | |
| So fortunate that this was brought up, | |
| the last time. As I recall, | |
| I can’t hold up your every expectation. | |
| One moment to another I am restless. | |
| Seems making love forever can often risk your heart. | |
| And I cannot remember when I was this messed up. | |
| In service of another I am beautiful. | |
| ba-ba-da-ba-ba | |
| ba-da-da-ba |
| So far we' ve lost focus. | |
| Lets just concentrate on words that could mean everything. | |
| On nights like this, | |
| we drink ourselves dry | |
| and make promises | |
| without intention. | |
| So fortunate that this was brought up, | |
| the last time. As I recall, | |
| I can' t hold up your every expectation. | |
| On nights like this, | |
| we drink ourselves dry | |
| and make promises | |
| without intention. | |
| My God, is this what we' ve become? | |
| Living parodies of love and loss, | |
| can we really be all that lost? | |
| So fortunate that this was brought up, | |
| the last time. As I recall, | |
| I can' t hold up your every expectation. | |
| One moment to another I am restless. | |
| Seems making love forever can often risk your heart. | |
| And I cannot remember when I was this messed up. | |
| In service of another I am beautiful. | |
| babadababa | |
| badadaba |
| So far we' ve lost focus. | |
| Lets just concentrate on words that could mean everything. | |
| On nights like this, | |
| we drink ourselves dry | |
| and make promises | |
| without intention. | |
| So fortunate that this was brought up, | |
| the last time. As I recall, | |
| I can' t hold up your every expectation. | |
| On nights like this, | |
| we drink ourselves dry | |
| and make promises | |
| without intention. | |
| My God, is this what we' ve become? | |
| Living parodies of love and loss, | |
| can we really be all that lost? | |
| So fortunate that this was brought up, | |
| the last time. As I recall, | |
| I can' t hold up your every expectation. | |
| One moment to another I am restless. | |
| Seems making love forever can often risk your heart. | |
| And I cannot remember when I was this messed up. | |
| In service of another I am beautiful. | |
| babadababa | |
| badadaba |