Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged in through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride.
A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promisse me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
Solo
A knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night and no one will take the fall
(Param de serem tocados todos os Instrumentos e fica só o vocal)
Another sentimental argument and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged in through the mud
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promisse me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road (Repete 2x)
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road