Thin Dark Line Fire's Got Nothin' On Me
The seasons are changing and you scatter these ashes like
a winter storm. Leaving the doorstep you race back into
the world but you can't beat the seasons. It's not the
end, but the path that scares me
I open the door and its already winter. The seasons are
changing and you scatter these ashes like a winter storm.
Winding roads whisk us up and down we're praying the
storm will pass us by. Dry your eyes, stylize. Risk
return. Risk reward. Dangerous lullabies whispered as we
drift and dream our lies. It happens all the time, well
it just happened again. Who makes sure that we deserve
what we get? Days like these, you forget what happened to
your life. Days like these, you remember what happened to
your life. (Days like these, days like these) (It happens
all the time, well it just happened again.)