My blood has dried These scars I wear for life I sold a lie Broke down inside You were lost for words When you fell down to earth At least you tried for what it's worth
With enemies like that Who needs friends Running all the way back To start again We ran out of loving In a sense The morning I caught fire So turn on the 8-track play it round again Take another ride and remember when There was no wrong or right Just a feeling in the night
Holes in your alibi Called you out every time You tried to choke that guilty river But it's dragging you down One wrong step and you'll drown
With enemies like that Who needs friends Running all the way back To start again We ran out of loving In a sense The morning I caught fire So turn on the 8-track play it round again Take another ride and remember when There was no wrong or right Just a feeling in the night
You found your heart but lost your voice You fell down in the gutter boy You don't need to fight this anymore So run outside into the storm
With enemies like that Who needs friends Running all the way back To start again We ran out of loving In a sense The morning I caught fire So turn on the 8-track play it round again Take another ride and remember when There was no wrong or right Just a feeling in the night With enemies like that Who needs friends Ran out of love and innocence Nothing felt so right As that feeling in the night Nothing felt so right As that feeling in the night
Compositor: Christopher John Cheney ECAD: Obra #16777896