Слова:
Kids In The Way Safe From The Losing Fight

's freezing up my lungs, as I fight for words to share with you, to tell you what you've done to me. You ripped me from my set in stone complasancy. You rose from

The moon is hanging low tonight. There's something different in your eyes. It's a complicated notion, knowing when to open my mouth and let my words

Love, is it all that you want. Is it everything you hope for. Love, is it more than the word that you use when you look at her. Love, it will push

days are getting along. It seems the times of our lives have all come and gone, but we know better. We've just begun. We are, we are, the kids in the way

drowning and growing from the burn. The red October leaves hold on to barren trees. And frailty is where we became so strong. Where is that old gun fight

You shut me off, and turn your back on me. But I'll be waiting outside when you leave. All that I can say is what I've said a million times before.

, sometimes it ain't right Through all of my pain and strife, I focused upon the light Though I may lose my way, I'm up for the fight In hopes of a brighter

fear that she'll fall. Tightrope thins, conviction never stops. Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop. her security blanket has worn itself thin, she's hanging in the closet from

traits From the way that you spit to the fists that you make I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy Daddy learned that from you You're supposed to learn that from