Текст песни Fairweather - Concrete Atlas
Fairweather - Concrete Atlas слова песни
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs.The list of dead goes on and on and on.The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,up broken hearts. I`m giving up on moving on.What used to fill these streets with life,has thrown a brick right through our lives now.Don`t hold back. So forget about the bricks,we wear around our necks,And forget about every second up to this.Here`s to the walking casualties of heavy handed,subelty. So raise a drink, we`ll break the windowsand the chairs, and finally start a fire burning,at both ends. I might be everything to you needand you might be the same for me.We got out fast, burning at both ends