Same Old Prayer (feat. James Fearnley)

More to confess Less left to keep & there's no rest In a drunken sleep They say you've got to predict To not react Some moves you make Oh you can't take back I would often lie Lie, cheat & steal Oh the things you try When you're without a meal All romance died Laid down with its appeal The inner beast loves poison Like your devil loves a deal & your devil loves a deal So put my wrongs, my wrongs to rest No I'm never gonna make them right I guess I faced the trick I've tricked the chase I contradict I've thrown the race A belief Can disappear Respect can be Merely fear Some get religion Some slowly slip into fate Some get drunk Others they will awake Some will settle down Into the family they make Some will rise & realise what's at stake Some say goodbye & to the road they take Some of us will die Never knowing what it takes So put my wrongs, my wrongs to rest No I'm never gonna make them right I guess