Wasted Weekends
from (v) by Dark on Tuesdays
lyrics
Homeless when we fight
A foreigner in the streets at night
I walk fast, even though I'm already far away
So many things that I don't know
How can I feel so poor
When I'm surrounded by gold?
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you
When the words are sent
A glimpse of light cause maybe you will understand
And the fear that I am just all too much
And then awaiting the reply
Eating, drinking, smoking, trying to rest my mind
There is nothing I can do
Now it's up to you
Now it's up to you
Nothing I can do
It is up to you
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you
There's nothing I can do
Now it's up to you
A foreigner in the streets at night
I walk fast, even though I'm already far away
So many things that I don't know
How can I feel so poor
When I'm surrounded by gold?
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you
When the words are sent
A glimpse of light cause maybe you will understand
And the fear that I am just all too much
And then awaiting the reply
Eating, drinking, smoking, trying to rest my mind
There is nothing I can do
Now it's up to you
Now it's up to you
Nothing I can do
It is up to you
It just cuts right through
Divides me and you
There's nothing I can do
Now it's up to you
credits
from (v),
released April 25, 2014
license
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