Tekster:
O A R Of A Revolution Souls Aflame

It's three a.m. and I want to go to bed. I got a lady running through my head Ran out of money looking for a night shift. It's three a.m. and I want to

and I was on my way, I feel a little different in a different way. But like I said when I got out of bed, I was off to a regular day. I could not hide

of a civilization and no one's around I'm standing on the edge of a civilization and no one's around, and I ain't heard a sound The path is snowed over

a glass of wine. Now and again she's more than a friend, why don't You just throw me that line. It would be great if she'd dedicate just a minute

cause the boys on the run Black sunglasses and a bald head too, boy never had nowhere to run when it was cold, so cold So he hitched a ride to New Mexico

over a glass of wine. Now and again she's more than a friend, why don't you just throw me that line. It would be great if she'd dedicate just a minute

I know and love. and with the crack of a smile we all stay a while we know from home there aint nothing above. Well in the end we can all call a friend

about a thousand years and my feet are tired of crying all those painful tears and my sight is going blind and my soul is way down low but i haven't seen a

we'll be still No one's ever gonna say a thing And we'll be together, together again Taking off to the city on down Just a while ago my soul was confused