People speak our names on the street in hushed tones oh the stories theyd tell if anyone would listen You come from a town where people dont bother saying hello unless somebodys born or dies And i come from a place where they drag your hopes through the mud because their own dreams are all dying And when we walk down the street the wind sings our name in rebel songs the sounds of the night should make us anxious but its much to late when the fear is gone I will meet you in the next life, i promise you where we can be together, i promise you i will wait till then in heaven, i promise you
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 12:17:24 +0000