Shoulda' kept my mouth shut from the start Shoulda' used my head and not my heart My weakness you know I'm peeled to the bone I can't let it go I live in the past
Now it's all water under the bridge Bitter as the taste of sour milk Belief is a hoax All roads lead to rome I can't let it go Inflammable heart
This short tunnel is no longer a shelter This short tunnel is no longer a shelter This short tunnel is no longer a shelter This short tunnel is no longer a shell
