Song | Three Weeks |
Artist | Broadway Calls |
Album | Broadway Calls |
I’ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems, | |
The white lines are never ending, | |
And they haunt my dreams. | |
I force these smiles all night, | |
And it hurts my cheeks, | |
My stomach turns, | |
My hair turns white, | |
It’s only been three weeks. | |
This long term separation, | |
From lover’s getting old. | |
I break hearts across this nation, | |
But there’s one back home that’s killing this boy. | |
Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
The confession’s coming in, | |
Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
There’ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. [x2] | |
Your selfish words and insults, | |
Are killing me. | |
There’s no movement on the dance floor, | |
And my throat can’t sing. | |
My glossy eyes look for you, | |
But they just can’t see. | |
My stomach turns, | |
My hair turns white, | |
It’s only been three weeks. | |
This long term separation, | |
From lover’s getting old. | |
I break hearts across this nation, | |
But there’s one back home that’s killing this boy. | |
Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
The confession’s coming in, | |
Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
There’ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. [x2] | |
This long term separation, | |
From lover’s getting old. | |
I break hearts across this nation, | |
But there’s one back home that’s killing this boy. | |
Brace yourself… | |
Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
The confession’s coming in, | |
Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
There’ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. [x2] |
I' ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems, | |
The white lines are never ending, | |
And they haunt my dreams. | |
I force these smiles all night, | |
And it hurts my cheeks, | |
My stomach turns, | |
My hair turns white, | |
It' s only been three weeks. | |
This long term separation, | |
From lover' s getting old. | |
I break hearts across this nation, | |
But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
The confession' s coming in, | |
Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 | |
Your selfish words and insults, | |
Are killing me. | |
There' s no movement on the dance floor, | |
And my throat can' t sing. | |
My glossy eyes look for you, | |
But they just can' t see. | |
My stomach turns, | |
My hair turns white, | |
It' s only been three weeks. | |
This long term separation, | |
From lover' s getting old. | |
I break hearts across this nation, | |
But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
The confession' s coming in, | |
Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 | |
This long term separation, | |
From lover' s getting old. | |
I break hearts across this nation, | |
But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
Brace yourself | |
Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
The confession' s coming in, | |
Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 |