Recovery - Shoreline, Idle Class

I THINK IT´S ENOUGH

PLEASE DON´T GO ON MY FRIEND

‘CAUSE I CAN´T GET NO SLEEP

AND I WILL DANCE A BIT LONGER IN QUICKSAND

‘CAUSE I HATE MY FEET

I LOST MY HOPE IN ROUND NO.

3

OPEN THE WINDOW OR BREAK THE GLASS

CAN´T YOU REMEMBER THE LAST TIME

YOU FAILED TO IMPRESS?

THERE ARE NO ALIBIS

STOP TO PRETEND YOU´VE BEEN HERE

THIS IS YOUR SECOND TRY

THERE IS NO TIME FOR A SHOW NOR SELFISH GOALS

THE STORY STARTS WITH YOU

BUT IT ENDS WITH ME

TRACE BACK THE FOOTSTEPS

I LEFT IN YOUR BRAIN

I´LL COME FOR YOU AND THE BLOOD ON THE STREETS

SPILLED FOR THE LONG WAY DOWN

IT´S TIME TO GO HOME

IT´S TIME TO RECOVER

(I TRY TO GO HOME / TRY TO RECOVER

TRYING TO MAKE SENSE / BUT I’D RATHER RUN AWAY)