Текст песни Fine Science - My Own Last Chance
Fine Science - My Own Last Chance слова песни
The tread of my tires is wearin` lowThe thread of my life I`m tryin` to sew withIs sharp and thin like a razor`s edgeI feel I`m walking on a high ledgeCHORUS(But then I) feel I`m falling down now(And I) amplify the sound nowI`m lost and never found nowIn my own last chanceI`m not tryin` hard enough to winSometimes I feel O.K., but thenMy mind untamed packs me into a trance,And then there`s no escape from failing my last chanceCHORUSIt`s strange what this feeling makes me doMy desperation makes me play the fool (toYou) I`m unnamed, I`m a face in the crowdMy indignation makes me want to scream out loudCHORUS-----------------------------------------------------------