in an earthquake And so I'm here to say That thought's in bed with pain I stand outside my pretty house I light a match to start the fire I called
you've done Abandoning everyone That you should love You fuckin' failed me All that I have left Is a choice to forgive or forget Hold your hand to the fire
Sometimes I feel so meaningless Tangled up in the widows web The more I struggle The tighter the noose will get I'm screaming for help Outside of the
I take a final breath Breath it in my lungs 'Cause everything I've done Has made me numb If I had just one wish It'd be to let this out So let go And
My Irish eyes look out at the Atlantic I think I drink enough to probably drain it Then I could walk to Spain Through valleys that were once full And
I've gotta start livin' Cause my life's passing me by I'm a wreck, I'm unraveling You're in the front row as I'm struggling The spotlight shines showing
I just want to feel alive And love myself From the in and the outside 'Cause every time That I start to feel whole I knock myself on the ground Because
were my worst addiction Now you're here after two years of being clean So when will I learn to break routine And forget you like a dream I set the fire
I'm climbing out of the hole That I've been digging Throwing out all the blue prints I have drawn up for the safe house I stashed away enough food for
Clip my angels wings I'm a coward, I'm a liar and a cheat My vows all mean nothing I'm weaker than a priest Board up the windows and lock all the doors
'm finding new ways to make the same mistake Putting my dreams on to paper and then folding them into planes Then I left them go because when in Rome I set fire
My memory hangs like the stain glass Of the saints past history I bury deep, Saint Anthony I hear that he can help me Find the things I need Alaska winters
翻訳: はSenses Fail. アンジェラベイカーと火とマイオブセッション.
York in an earthquake. And so I'm here to say, that thoughts enbed with pain. I stand outside of my pretty house I light a match to start the fire I
you've done. Abandoning everyone that you should love. You fuckin failed me. All that I have left is a choice to forgive or forget. Hold your hand to the fire
Sometimes I feel so meaningless Tangled up in the widows web The more I struggle the tighter the noose will get I'm screaming for help outside of the
My Irish eyes look out at the Atlantic I think I drink enough to probably drain it Then I could walk to Spain through valleys that were once full And
