Fame is crippling
art Cold I said it
Lay in bed regret it
Hate that it's tearing
me apart I feel you
gripping my lungs
Feel you ripping a
hole in my chest
Post-Chorus
Faith is a balancing card
Up against the wind
Balance time and we
just want to relive
A way back to the start
I feel you lift me up again
And tell me I'm the one
you wanna be with
Clearing the history
of all that I was
And wasn't enough
I wanna be wrong
Yeah we have a
history of coming
undone I wanna be
wrong I wanna be wrong
Post-Chorus
Saxophoe Solo
Faith is a balancing card
Up against the wind
Balance time and we
just want to relive
A way back to the start
I feel you lift me up again
And tell me I'm the one
you wanna be with
Clearing the history
of all that I was
And wasn't enough
I wanna be wrong
Yeah we have a
history of coming
undone I wanna be
wrong I wanna be wrong
Instrumental Saxophone Solo
Now we have a history of
We have a history of
We have a history of
Now we have a history of
We have a history of
We have a history of