We live our lives online Waiting for the perfect time What if the day never comes And we're no better than done
We live our lives on the run Sometimes have to jump the gun The road to you is paved in Somebody's intentions
If we keep going like this somebody's gonna get burned And the last to know will be the first to fall and they won't see it coming at all
A million dreams on the street No one admitting defeat Be careful what you wish for You may end up wanting more
If we keep going like this somebody's gonna get burned And the last to know will be the first to fall and they won't see it coming at all
Raking me over the coals Tearing me down for a laugh You've gotta be pretty cold to do something like that, Something that, something like that
If we keep going like this somebody's gonna get burned And the last to know will be the first to fall and they won't see it coming at all
Ahh ah ah ah ah
And it ain't gonna be pretty I wouldn't want to be around You can loose yourself in the city If you forget about your hometown
Raking me over the coals Tearing me down for a laugh You've gotta be pretty cold to do something like that
Taking me for a ride Making me hitch a ride back You've gotta be pretty cold to do something like that, something that, something like that
Compositores: Robert Gordon Sinclair, Sean Patrick Dalton, John Angus Callaghan Macdonald, Jack Kalon Syperek, Colin Kirk Macdonald (Colin Macdonald) ECAD: Obra #23464240