Sunday Driver
Текст песни Trip

(vocal bols)

You're fooling no one just
standing there
Everyone sees you but
no one cares

You think you're stronger than I am
Can you last longer than I can...?
You think you're stronger than I am
We'll see...

What ways you break on me?
What kind of ecstasy?

Could be the trip of my century

Come here and gather all around
for all to see
And they sing circles in the snow
wait for me

This is my closing story
My never open glory
Don't call it madness
call it desperation

What ways you break on me?
What kind of ecstasy?
What ways you break... break... break... on me...?
...you break on me...?
...you break on me...?
...you break on me...?

You think you're stronger than I am
Can you last longer than I can...?
You think you're stronger than I am
Can you last longer than I can...?
You think you're stronger than I am
Can you last longer than I can...?
You think you're stronger than I am
Can you last longer than I can...?