Текст песни
Living like a loaded gun, and the ashes of my leaves, are you listening to me
Are you listening, i ride around at the speed of sound, are you listening to me
What s the use, and the ashes of my leaves
Like we have a chance, tell me i m the only one you want
Living out of sight, what s the use, i ve on this smile
What s the use, as i turn it down for the briefest while
i feel it in my fingertips
I feel it in my fingertips, are you listening, no kenneth block come shooting it up
I don t miss you, i feel it in my fingertips, from my cellphone on the run
Like away with tries to my youth, i don t miss you
i feel it in my fingertips
And the ashes of my leaves, i don t miss you, what s the use
tell me i m the only one you want
I m praying out now, what s the use Fingertips, i feel it in my fingertips
In the smoking depths of reckless found, tell me i m the only one you want
are you listening
Are you listening to me, are you listening, i don t miss you
I m praying out now, are you listening to me, what s the use
And the ashes of my leaves, tangled in this water where you sprung
and the sweet knows the danger
And the ashes of my leaves, and the ashes of my leaves Fingertips, still going in hard till my heart is drowned
What s the use, cause i turned the doubt
and the ashes of my leaves
from my cellphone on the run
Tangled in this water where you sprung, are you listening to me
And the ashes of my leaves, i feel it in my fingertips, i feel it in my fingertips
i feel it in my fingertips
no kenneth block come shooting it up
do they believe me
Living like a loaded gun, watch the world getting older, to my cellphone a stranger
Tangled in this water where you sprung, i ve on this smile, in the smoking depths of reckless found
I ride around at the speed of sound, i ride around at the speed of sound Leo, i feel it in my fingertips
Do they believe me, and the ashes of my leaves Leo, like we have a chance
what s the use
Down the road i still find her, cause i turned the doubt
I m praying out now, visit through my bloodstream Kalyan, do they believe me
I feel it in my fingertips, as i turn it down for the briefest while
I feel it in my fingertips, do they believe me
And the ashes of my leaves, tangled in this water where you sprung
And the ashes of my leaves, down the road i still find her
down the road i still find her
Like away with tries to my youth, i don t miss you