4 acessos
Well I know that we're lost
Despite my better word, we're lost
But don't follow back that bread-crumb trail
'cause I find a better world on my own
I feel the sting, and I hear the thunder
I reached for your hand,
and you tried to pull me under
I was caught in your lines,
but I break through the surface
Show me the turn and the river
You can't pull my plug out now
I've got your hand held behind your back
Yeah you'll be there
when the dust of the bridge falls out
I think you want it too much
I think I want it too much