A little after twelve the function suite was full With people I had never seen before Ripped up ticket stubs, confettied on the floor It dawned on me, I'd seen it all before Cool your beans, my son, you look a fucking mess No one's getting out of here tonight Hit that button there, the one that just says wrong We'll lose our lives through all our favorite songs Go forward to later, you'll land flat on your feet When you were in the room I was nailed to my seat I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place It puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face It can't contain me but you leaning on me To get me back in my box and snap the branches off me A little after four the function suite is dead And I am just a ripped up ticket stub But here's a helping hand, a voice that's far to close And I am up and on my broken limbs Go forward to later, you'll land flat on your feet When you were in the room I was nailed to my seat I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place It puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face It can't contain me but you leaning on me To get me back in my box and snap the branches off me And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place It puts a volt in my step and a grin on my face It can't contain me but you leaning on me To get me back in my box and snap the branches off me © N/A Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com