Song Lyrics
And i don t ask, says they re the worst kind
If this is fate count me out, fourth of july
And never try, i don t know how much someone could take from her
Hands on hips and lips to lips, she says she thinks of me as home
And everything seemed make believe, and everything seemed make believe
Broken bones, and everything seemed make believe, i don t know how much someone could take from her
And never try, if this is fate count me out
If this is fate count me out, she turns the lights out and locks the door
Broken bones, loves to fly but she s scared to fall
if this is fate count me out
i m wondering why the truth ain t so easy this time
broken bones
I guess she is frightened most of all, and everything seemed make believe
Says they re the worst kind, i guess she is frightened most of all
she never told anyone but me
i don t know how much someone could take from her
and everything seemed make believe
stale sweat and cinnamon
Hands on hips and lips to lips, guess that s why we ve both been riding so damn long
and everything seemed make believe
Stale sweat and cinnamon, if this is fate count me out
You can t ever catch horizon, i m wondering why the truth ain t so easy this time, please never try to hold her down
Loves to fly but she s scared to fall, fourth of july
Broken bones, i guess she is frightened most of all Cinnamon, please never try to hold her down
broken bones
Hands on hips and lips to lips, she turns the lights out and locks the door
She turns the lights out and locks the door, she turns the lights out and locks the door
please never try to hold her down
i guess she is frightened most of all
Guess that s why we ve both been riding so damn long, please never try to hold her down Ron, and i don t ask
Loves to fly but she s scared to fall, please never try to hold her down
guess that s why we ve both been riding so damn long