歌词
Weekend records take the streets
We're the bandit in their eye
But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat
And never so alive
But I know what's on your mind
God knows I put it there
But if I took it back
We'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again
♪
I look at you all torn up
I left you waiting to bleed
I guess the truth works two ways
Maybe the truth's not what we need
And I know what's on your mind
God knows I put it there
But if I took it back
We'd be nowhere
You'd be nowhere again
♪
But in my cold arms, you don't sleep
In my cold arms, you feel beat
In my cold arms
You stay