Pushing through the topsoil Blinking in the light Sheilding my eyes from the molten sun I just wish I could stand, see the world sometimes As I saw it when I was young
Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun under my pillow Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sometimes it gets lonely being valiantly alone Sometimes I wish I was you in two I get sad just thinking of all the little things I never ever had the heart to do
Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun under my pillow Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun under my pillow Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
If I looked all over Different winter would the Snowstorm fall as beautiful
If I looked all over Different winter would the Snowstorm fall as beautiful
Compositores: Timothy Tyrone Owens (Owens Timothy Tyrone), Jonathan Mark Owen ECAD: Obra #2105254