Songteksten

Ain't it hard To believe in love When you're on the ground and spitting blood? When the old ghosts come walking in When the bugs wake up beneath your skin That hopeless kid that stole the crown Will send his dogs to hunt you down There ain't no room in here The air just disappeared and You will have your way You will have your way with me Ain't it hard To believe in good Much as you always thought you would? When a picture don't fit the frame When the art don't justify the fame Well lesser men with more to say Become the heroes of the day There ain't no room in here The air just disappeared and You will have your way You will have your way with me Ain't it hard To believe in friends But you do your best to pretend? Some forget you and some you need Some will love you, some will leave And now there ain't no room in here The air just disappeared and You will have your way You will have your way The rabble will be blessed And God will get his rest And you will have your way You will have your way You will have your way with me
Writer(s): Shane Nicholson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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