Texty:
He Is We Old Demos

out. Pour me out on the concrete, Next to your feet. Do I have to cry out? Can you hear me? Oh just to be with you. I will lay awake tonight, And nothing here is

: What kind of man lays his hands on the women he loves? Calls he angel, but shows no remorse in her blood He covers her body in bruises and scars You

we go? Call out His name Lift up our hands Completely ashamed Give it all up Dropping our pride Rip us apart Change us on the inside Now change us now (we

: I?ve heard so many words. But I had no courage. Now we?re saying goodbye. Don?t want to miss you, tonight, oh. Tell me it?s not over now, I can change

I get. Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by. Yeah they?re making me sick. They don?t flutter about, I?d do without. All they do is kick. Mean

little too fast, Lost the need it?s all in his past. I can hear him humming, from the other side of the room. Guess he?s got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he

do we go? Call out His name Lift up our hands Completely ashamed Give it all up Dropping our pride Rip us apart Change us on the inside Now change us now (we

me out. Pour me out on the concrete, Next to your feet. Do I have to cry out? Can you hear me? Oh just to be with you. I will lay awake tonight, And nothing here is

You, got me caught in all this mess. I guess, we can blame it on the rain. My pain is knowing I can?t have you, I can?t have you. Tell me doe she, look