You and I pace along the grass And think of what we had Ambivalent and young We're probably just dumb The truth is that it hurts And what's it really worth? No hope and no future
Holding a gun to my head So send me an angel Or bury me deep where you stand With demons to lean on
In the sky, it's never coming back No hope and no future We'll die the same loser
Holding a gun to my head So send me an angel Or bury me deep where you stand With demons to lean on
No, from it all Not at all, at all, at all, at all No, from it all Not at all, at all, at all, at all, at all,
Holding a gun to my head So send me an angel Or bury me deep where you stand With demons to lean on
