作词 : Michael Fox
作曲 : Michael Fox
My head is a perilous thing
It aches likes a fever
A friend to deceiver
Set a course to recount my sins
You can't fight the cycle no
It won't let me win
I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call that made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realise
No one's getting out of here alive
My heart is a ponderous whim
Bled of desire Eroding in fear
Set a course to recount my sins
You can't fight the cycle no
It won't let me win
I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call that made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realise
No ones getting out of here alive
You make me stronger you make better
Those were your words
I'll ride along with him
Don't turn your back on me I am not ready
If wanted change you should asked for it
I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call that made you tongue tide
And the loss that made you realise
No ones getting out of here alive
I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call that made you tongue tide
And the loss that made you realise
No ones getting out of here alive