Song | I'll See You On The Island |
Artist | My Ticket Home |
Album | Above Great City |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I have lied to you so many times, oh God. | |
But tonight, we're turning this around. | |
You’ve lived your life for nobody but yourself, blaming it on them. | |
Come on baby we’ll just make it through tonight, | |
don’t be afraid and just take my hand. | |
He understands. | |
And now the tide is pulling you under, as the water fills your lungs. | |
It’s hard to breathe when your body’s sinking. | |
I guess tonight we’re not going home. | |
Why can’t we see this? | |
Now, we go our separate ways. | |
To find this place, so far away. | |
I can't see through this lifeless fog. | |
It’s closing in on your heaven. | |
And now the tide is pulling you under, as the water fills your lungs. | |
It’s hard to breathe when your body’s sinking. | |
I guess tonight we’re not going home. |
I have lied to you so many times, oh God. | |
But tonight, we' re turning this around. | |
You' ve lived your life for nobody but yourself, blaming it on them. | |
Come on baby we' ll just make it through tonight, | |
don' t be afraid and just take my hand. | |
He understands. | |
And now the tide is pulling you under, as the water fills your lungs. | |
It' s hard to breathe when your body' s sinking. | |
I guess tonight we' re not going home. | |
Why can' t we see this? | |
Now, we go our separate ways. | |
To find this place, so far away. | |
I can' t see through this lifeless fog. | |
It' s closing in on your heaven. | |
And now the tide is pulling you under, as the water fills your lungs. | |
It' s hard to breathe when your body' s sinking. | |
I guess tonight we' re not going home. |
I have lied to you so many times, oh God. | |
But tonight, we' re turning this around. | |
You' ve lived your life for nobody but yourself, blaming it on them. | |
Come on baby we' ll just make it through tonight, | |
don' t be afraid and just take my hand. | |
He understands. | |
And now the tide is pulling you under, as the water fills your lungs. | |
It' s hard to breathe when your body' s sinking. | |
I guess tonight we' re not going home. | |
Why can' t we see this? | |
Now, we go our separate ways. | |
To find this place, so far away. | |
I can' t see through this lifeless fog. | |
It' s closing in on your heaven. | |
And now the tide is pulling you under, as the water fills your lungs. | |
It' s hard to breathe when your body' s sinking. | |
I guess tonight we' re not going home. |