Sweet Trip - International lyrics
[Sweet Trip - International lyrics]
From the mess we're in
The lies behind you it could get better
I guess it's alright guess it's alright
You and me to live the worst life
With a sense of guilt
At times it's faster i'll write the letter
I guess it's just right
I'm feeling just fine
True only it's true
When you make me die in your hands
Run away from this parade see
Faint and diseased would you make me die in
Your hands
Or run away from this charade true
Only it's true when you make me die in
Your hands
Run away from this parade see
Faint and diseased would you make me die in
Your hands
Or run away from this charade