Текст песни No Use For a Name - Three Month Weekend
No Use For a Name - Three Month Weekend слова песни
It`s a Thursday morning, four a.m.and you won`t let me goif tomorrow comes I guess I`ll never knoweven in the darkest hour it`s the brightesttime of dayeven when I go to bed I`m still awakeEyes held up with toothpicksand my jaw is going offI will never leave you oradmit that I was wrongThere`s so many things I`d like to say,I`m foaming at the mouthmaybe I could write, my pen is hollowed outI`ve got ideas and inventionsand I`d use them if I couldStop waking up the next daywhen they`re all no goodPlease don`t say another wordI know your story wellconversations take twobut I`m talking to myselfNow I need an alibi and everything I didwas truebut every word I said was just a lie