Teksty: Fight Like Lions. I Miss More Than Calls.

I heard my own voice praise The wrong kind of long awkward pause that I hate You got me all wrong kid A true line that you didn't know what it did To hold the last little piece left You know your words are counterfeit so You stand without enemies in lonely lands where the lost boys are kings I'm God's loose cannon with a short fuse lit In the worst new band you haven't listened to Only the best is yet to come Say, I didn't really mean it I've faced my monsters in the closet They beat me back into the bedroom where The proud become the only ones who lay and play with loaded guns Try walking on dreams; you watch your step If you let me I'll taste your shoes Sink teeth into tied tongues The black eyes are black ties for the free and the young To hold on in dark parking lots and You know I think counterfeit thoughts so You stand without enemies in lonely lands where the lost boys are kings Just hear? we go