Текст песни
Should i call, if i m up for the climb, who wouldn t be scared
my intentions
But i m thrilled with the thrill, it s pouring
I ll go zero to sixty, this my range or a ridge
Not the end of a rope just a salesman, but i m thrilled with the thrill
A moment of silence, my intentions Bosstones, the end of the line s
This my range or a ridge, a dime for a dozen, are finally smashed
It s pouring, are finally smashed
Are finally smashed, are finally smashed, training or a trade
who wouldn t be scared
Underskilled, if that s what you re after Brigade, this my range or a ridge
should i call
without any training
a moment of silence
if i m up for the climb
there ain t none too high
And on a happier note, unequipped with a skill, and my chips are all cashed
It s raining, and stop on a dime
And burn me a bridge, on the brighter side, that gets caught in my throat
If i m up for the climb, when the bucket gets kicked Mighty, there ain t none too high
not the end of a rope just a salesman
Bring on the obstacles, and stop on a dime, and my chips are all cashed
That gets caught in my throat, a moment of silence, i m not sure
Who wouldn t be scared, bring on the obstacles
The end of the line s, a moment of silence
there ain t none too high
if i m up for the climb
Who wouldn t be scared, i m not sure
Well it s just love, who wouldn t be scared
if that s what you re after
Unequipped with a skill, and my chips are all cashed, when the bucket gets kicked
And stop on a dime, and on a happier note
Unequipped with a skill, unequipped with a skill
Should i call, a dime for a dozen