Song | Fourth Corner |
Artist | Trixie Whitley |
Album | Fourth Corner |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It hits me, at the junction… | |
Where, the roads lead south.. | |
Because when the clock hits full.. | |
And the players strike again… | |
Perhaps we’ll find a name to this Shame… | |
I patiently, waited my turn, | |
I wielded a shield too not get burned.. | |
Condemned in the eye of a sleeping min… | |
Where we are without the window of time… | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home, | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home, | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
Conflicted by the West, Challenged by the East… | |
I’ve always been a Town-Dog, belonging to these… | |
A Town-Dog from these concrete streets… | |
I wish I had a chance… | |
To hold my Grandmothers hands… | |
Soak into the nights.. | |
With fumes of our bloodline… | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home… | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home… | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home… | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
I, I gotta go, gonna find myself home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | |
I gotta oow go ahh, find myself home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… |
It hits me, at the junction | |
Where, the roads lead south.. | |
Because when the clock hits full.. | |
And the players strike again | |
Perhaps we' ll find a name to this Shame | |
I patiently, waited my turn, | |
I wielded a shield too not get burned.. | |
Condemned in the eye of a sleeping min | |
Where we are without the window of time | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home, | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home, | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Conflicted by the West, Challenged by the East | |
I' ve always been a TownDog, belonging to these | |
A TownDog from these concrete streets | |
I wish I had a chance | |
To hold my Grandmothers hands | |
Soak into the nights.. | |
With fumes of our bloodline | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
I, I gotta go, gonna find myself home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
I gotta oow go ahh, find myself home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner |
It hits me, at the junction | |
Where, the roads lead south.. | |
Because when the clock hits full.. | |
And the players strike again | |
Perhaps we' ll find a name to this Shame | |
I patiently, waited my turn, | |
I wielded a shield too not get burned.. | |
Condemned in the eye of a sleeping min | |
Where we are without the window of time | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home, | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home, | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Conflicted by the West, Challenged by the East | |
I' ve always been a TownDog, belonging to these | |
A TownDog from these concrete streets | |
I wish I had a chance | |
To hold my Grandmothers hands | |
Soak into the nights.. | |
With fumes of our bloodline | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
Gotta go, gotta find my home | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
I, I gotta go, gonna find myself home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner | |
I gotta oow go ahh, find myself home.. | |
Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner |