Misfire

作词 : Michael Fox

作曲 : Michael Fox

My head is a perilous thing

It aches likes a fever

A friend to deceiver

Set a course to recount my sins

You can't fight the cycle no

It won't let me win

I'm sorry for the misfire

And the call that made you tongue-tied

And the loss that made you realise

No one's getting out of here alive

My heart is a ponderous whim

Bled of desire Eroding in fear

Set a course to recount my sins

You can't fight the cycle no

It won't let me win

I'm sorry for the misfire

And the call that made you tongue-tied

And the loss that made you realise

No ones getting out of here alive

You make me stronger you make better

Those were your words

I'll ride along with him

Don't turn your back on me I am not ready

If wanted change you should asked for it

I'm sorry for the misfire

And the call that made you tongue tide

And the loss that made you realise

No ones getting out of here alive

I'm sorry for the misfire

And the call that made you tongue tide

And the loss that made you realise

No ones getting out of here alive