Song | One More Try |
Artist | That Handsome Devil |
Album | The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The black around our eyes | |
Is back around our lives, | |
And everybody's happy, | |
But I feel black inside. | |
Well I think it's time | |
We stopped getting high. | |
These kids proposing mischieve | |
But they'll be the first to squeal, | |
Screaming anarchy til someone | |
Shows you how it feels | |
To point the gun and make you disappear (poof) | |
Far across the bridge | |
To where your mom's apartment is. | |
The starry-eyed astrologist, | |
Sorry for my promises. | |
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
Everything just gets farther off. | |
They found me in an alley | |
And I got what I deserve. | |
I couldn't pay it back | |
With my money or my word | |
La Révolution is a slogan on a shirt (Hya!) | |
Far across the bridge | |
To where your mom's apartment is. | |
The starry-eyed astrologist, | |
Sorry for my promises. | |
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
Everything just gets farther off. | |
The black around our eyes | |
Is back around our lives, | |
And everybody's happy, | |
But I feel black inside. | |
Well I think it's time | |
We give it one more try. |
The black around our eyes | |
Is back around our lives, | |
And everybody' s happy, | |
But I feel black inside. | |
Well I think it' s time | |
We stopped getting high. | |
These kids proposing mischieve | |
But they' ll be the first to squeal, | |
Screaming anarchy til someone | |
Shows you how it feels | |
To point the gun and make you disappear poof | |
Far across the bridge | |
To where your mom' s apartment is. | |
The starryeyed astrologist, | |
Sorry for my promises. | |
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
Everything just gets farther off. | |
They found me in an alley | |
And I got what I deserve. | |
I couldn' t pay it back | |
With my money or my word | |
La Re volution is a slogan on a shirt Hya! | |
Far across the bridge | |
To where your mom' s apartment is. | |
The starryeyed astrologist, | |
Sorry for my promises. | |
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
Everything just gets farther off. | |
The black around our eyes | |
Is back around our lives, | |
And everybody' s happy, | |
But I feel black inside. | |
Well I think it' s time | |
We give it one more try. |
The black around our eyes | |
Is back around our lives, | |
And everybody' s happy, | |
But I feel black inside. | |
Well I think it' s time | |
We stopped getting high. | |
These kids proposing mischieve | |
But they' ll be the first to squeal, | |
Screaming anarchy til someone | |
Shows you how it feels | |
To point the gun and make you disappear poof | |
Far across the bridge | |
To where your mom' s apartment is. | |
The starryeyed astrologist, | |
Sorry for my promises. | |
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
Everything just gets farther off. | |
They found me in an alley | |
And I got what I deserve. | |
I couldn' t pay it back | |
With my money or my word | |
La Ré volution is a slogan on a shirt Hya! | |
Far across the bridge | |
To where your mom' s apartment is. | |
The starryeyed astrologist, | |
Sorry for my promises. | |
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
Everything just gets farther off. | |
The black around our eyes | |
Is back around our lives, | |
And everybody' s happy, | |
But I feel black inside. | |
Well I think it' s time | |
We give it one more try. |