Bouts of Doubt

I came too late

Think of it as fate

Couldn't get a ride too steady

Did your love turn cold already?

I used to believe all the stories you told

Well I never worried about feeling so old

Still we're both chasing thrills between bouts of doubt

It's all we do: staring in the red, the green and the blue

I used to believe all the stories you told

And I never worried about feeling so old

I came too late

Think of it as fate

I couldn't get a ride too steady

Did your love turn cold already?

I used to believe all the stories you told

And I never worried about feeling so cold

Still we're both chasing thrills between bouts of doubt

Between bouts of doubt

It's all we do: staring in the red, the green and the blue