Song Lyrics
When does the fury and the agony cease, what is it about this human condition Melissa, ain t the night heavy
there s some things you can t deny
Cruise these streets where my innocence hides, i try with an angel tonight, how long have i got to say please
There s a hole in my jeans i only wanted to fade, survival is fine but satisfaction is rough Ain't, i try with an angel tonight
Sometimes i know that it s never enough, i need some kind of promise, some kind of submission tonight
there s a hole in my jeans i only wanted to fade
ain t it heavy
ain t it heavy
i try with an angel tonight
i ve been ripping out seams
When does the fury and the agony cease, or is it madness
Some kind of submission tonight, how long have i got to say please
I try with an angel tonight, somebody else made tonight
how long have i got to say please
I need some kind of promise, somebody else made tonight Melissa, ain t the night heavy
there s a hole in my jeans i only wanted to fade
Or is it madness, there s some things you can t deny
Or is it madness, somebody else made tonight, i try with an angel tonight
How long have i got to say please, spread these wings and i m on for the ride
Somebody else made tonight, there s some things you can t deny, ain t it heavy
ain t the night heavy
I ve been feeling kinda wild since i turned seventeen, sometimes i know that it s never enough, i try with an angel tonight
I ve been ripping out seams, tell me where can a woman find any kind of peace
I need some kind of promise, there s a hole in my jeans i only wanted to fade
when does the fury and the agony cease
Ain t the night heavy, i m feelin kinda loose i m feelin kinda mean, somebody else made tonight
I try with an angel tonight, i m feelin kinda loose i m feelin kinda mean
somebody else made tonight
There s a hole in my jeans i only wanted to fade, ain t it heavy
some kind of submission tonight
Ain t it heavy, when does the fury and the agony cease
what is it about this human condition
there s some things you can t deny
somebody else made tonight
I ve been feeling kinda wild since i turned seventeen, survival is fine but satisfaction is rough, some kind of submission tonight
I ve been ripping out seams, i need some kind of promise
i ve been feeling kinda wild since i turned seventeen
There s some things you can t deny, some kind of submission tonight
There s some things you can t deny, sometimes i know that it s never enough Etheridge, or is it madness