Shall I speak the truth or shall I bite my tongue? This fighting talk is tiresome… I’m tired I’m tired I need to close my eyes But I know that home is like a million miles…
No one sees us when we’re making waves, waves waves And all I want to do is walk away…
You know what it means if we don’t deliver… Baby you’re the gun and I’m your trigger You know what it means if we don’t deliver… Baby you’re the gun, and I’m your trigger…
Shall I speak the truth or shall I bite my tongue? I don’t know how I get so detached from everyone… No one sees us when we’re making waves, waves waves… It’s dark outside and I didn’t go out again…
You know what it means if we don’t deliver… Baby you’re the gun and I’m your trigger You know what it means if we don’t deliver… Baby you’re the gun, and I’m your trigger
So I pace the room and I climb the walls. It’s like the lights are off and I just can’t find the doors… No one sees us when we’re making waves, waves waves… It’s dark outside and I didn’t go out again.