A-Ha "Scoundrel Days" |
Was that somebody screaming� it wasn't me for sure i lift my head up from uneasy pillows put my feet on the floor cut my wrist on a bad thought and head for the door Outside on the pavement the dark makes no noise i can feel the sweet on my lips leaking into my mouth i'm heading out for the steep hills they're leaving me no choice and see�as our lives are in the making we believe through the lies and the hating that love goes free for want of an option i run the wind 'round i dream pictures of houses burning nver knowing nothing else to do wth death comes the morning� unannounced and new was it too much to ask for to pull a little weight� they forgive anything, but greatness these are scoundrel days and I'm close to calling out their names as pride hits my face see� as our lives are in the making we believe through their lies and the hating that love goes free I reach the edge of town i've got blood in my hair their hands touch my body from everywhere but I know that I've made it as I run into the air and see� as our lives are in the making we believe through their lies and the hating that love goes free through scoundrel days Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |