L.S.M.
I call you up when everything has gone astray
We talk about which way and how it feels the same
I need to hear that things are going going gone
I put my trust in you so we can move along
Im not ready
To own these rights
I hold steady
And I feed this fight
Ill take you with me when you want to feel some pain
I think about the day and find out who's to blame
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
Im not ready
To own these rights
I hold steady
And I feed this fight
Im not ready
To own these rights
I hold steady
And I feed this fight
Ill take you with me when you want to feel some pain
I think about the day and find out who's to blame
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
I live up to the fact that I don't even care
This old machine's used up with nothing but repair
I felt the loss and Im supposed to find out who's in charge
I break away from this world that tears me inside out
We talk about which way and how it feels the same
I need to hear that things are going going gone
I put my trust in you so we can move along
Im not ready
To own these rights
I hold steady
And I feed this fight
Ill take you with me when you want to feel some pain
I think about the day and find out who's to blame
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
Im not ready
To own these rights
I hold steady
And I feed this fight
Im not ready
To own these rights
I hold steady
And I feed this fight
Ill take you with me when you want to feel some pain
I think about the day and find out who's to blame
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
And I feel the rollin
Right underneath my floor
And I feel the rollin
Right outside my bedroom door
I live up to the fact that I don't even care
This old machine's used up with nothing but repair
I felt the loss and Im supposed to find out who's in charge
I break away from this world that tears me inside out
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Dufresne, Derek Gerbrand, Brent Andres
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.