歌词
[Verse 1]
Too much time on our hands
No one walks into death
The light just comes unattached
Ticket in hand
[Verse 2]
Put my feet in the dirt
The red-cracked clay of the South
I think it's how this game plays out
[Verse 3]
I'm split down the middle
To burn or fade with grace
[Verse 4]
We come made for this
That sweet dissonance
Nothing paves the road for us
[Verse 5]
My sweet dogs will die
Your sweet eyes will dry
The cancer comes like a train in the night
[Verse 6]
I'm split down the middle
To burn or fade with grace
Written by: Phillip Moore
