This is nothing new it's all been done before my guitars never lie but my finger's aren't too sure i'm standing in the line standing at the door it's closing in my face i've been here so many times before
don't even trust a friend that should become the law the bitterest design is painted on my jaw i'm looking through myself like looking at the sea the deeper that you go the darker it seems to be do you believe in fairytales do you believe in luck is it your faith running low does money cost to much