The Old School Way
Don't take the word of the man with the broken heart
It never meant much if anything at all
Cradle this feeling that could fall apart
And it would never mean a thing to me at all
But I know
This could be the only chance I'm ever gonna get to make things
The best and hope it's alright
It's too late for blame
Take it in the old school way
You look for the plan to make the grade
Exit emotion and dive to the problem
That thinks itself unworthy to be the one
But I know
This could be the only chance I'm ever gonna get to make things
The best and hope it's alright
It's too late for blame
Take it in the old school way
You look for the plan to make the grade
Methods can sway
If they're in the old school way
Just look for the time that you should pray tonight (She lost her way)
(She lost her way)
(She lost her way)
(She lost her way)
It pains to say it's closing in, amongst us is the scent of erosion
Hoping that it passes by but likely not like a war of attrition
The light so harsh I want to see but in the end it's blinding me
It pains to say it's closing in, amongst us is the scent of erosion
Hoping that it passes by but likely not like a war of attrition
The light so harsh I want to see but in the end it's blinding me
It never meant much if anything at all
Cradle this feeling that could fall apart
And it would never mean a thing to me at all
But I know
This could be the only chance I'm ever gonna get to make things
The best and hope it's alright
It's too late for blame
Take it in the old school way
You look for the plan to make the grade
Exit emotion and dive to the problem
That thinks itself unworthy to be the one
But I know
This could be the only chance I'm ever gonna get to make things
The best and hope it's alright
It's too late for blame
Take it in the old school way
You look for the plan to make the grade
Methods can sway
If they're in the old school way
Just look for the time that you should pray tonight (She lost her way)
(She lost her way)
(She lost her way)
(She lost her way)
It pains to say it's closing in, amongst us is the scent of erosion
Hoping that it passes by but likely not like a war of attrition
The light so harsh I want to see but in the end it's blinding me
It pains to say it's closing in, amongst us is the scent of erosion
Hoping that it passes by but likely not like a war of attrition
The light so harsh I want to see but in the end it's blinding me
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Iain Bews, Laurence John Hibbit, Colin Iain Doran, Andrew Iain Elliot Gilmour
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