Texty:
The Forecast In The Shadow Of Two Gunmen

I'm standing in the road and I don't mind your headlights you say I've lost control but you're driving down my road with pockets full of secrets never

to count on now the whiskey slurs that were purged on our lips with the smoke that's clearing maybe we'll start to feel it's been a long two years, lets

this trust is broken we have less to depend on a sincere feeling of being defeated we're growing tired of waiting and wishing and throwing our coins

the sun is peeking over the ocean and I can't remember how this felt but now I know you have to blur the lines we're waiting for fate to open up our

I am the vein you can't expose can you live with what you've chosen? and I'm choosing to sleep it off another week pray thy lord my soul to keep

avoid disaster! we must stop sleeping we better wake up before we start drowning you know we lie we lie to ourselves we lie we lie to ourselves my ears