Ride through the streets smell the fog and the rain
Cold through my hands drive me home to the pain
Can’t run anymore. I fall at your door
Scratch on the paper, mark down the lines
Letters to all of the fools in my mind
They’re cold on my hands. So slowly they tear.
So hold me down.
Tear me away.
Tear it away
So hold me down.
Tear me away.
Tear it away
Blood on the bar but the bottles on ice.
No one to call through the haze and low light.
Can’t think anymore. I drink till I’m sore.
So hold me down.
Tear me away.
Tear it away
So hold me down.
Tear me away.
Tear it away
La la, la la
So hold me down.
Tear me away.
Tear it away
So hold me down.
Tear me away.
Tear it away
La la, la la.
