Besedila: Gun Barrel. Turn To Black.
Today I'm here
But gone tomorrow
That is my way
I've paid my dues
Lived my whole life
Without no sorrow
My own creation's what I choose
Will you forget me when I'm gone
Forget my deeds, my face, my name
I don't mind, don't give a damn, no
For me it always stays the same
So many times
I tried to settle down
Wastin' my time
I've been a jerk
So many times
I've tried to turn around
Now I realize
That ain't how it works
Sometimes I dream hard
For a brand new start
Live my life in a different way
I watch the years go by
Don't want my life
Turn another shade of grey
I am lookin' for a wonder
Always lookin' for a sign
I gotta add, I still ain't found none
Sometimes truth is hard to find
When you ask me
What I am, how I am
Lost in my thoughts deep inside
You want an answer
You wouldn't understand
What can I say
That's just my life
Sometimes I dream hard
For a brand new start
Live my life in a different way
I watch the years go by
Don't want my life
Turn another shade of grey
The choices I made, I create
A dead end street
No turning back
If I'd try to change or rearrange
Then my sun would turn to black
But gone tomorrow
That is my way
I've paid my dues
Lived my whole life
Without no sorrow
My own creation's what I choose
Will you forget me when I'm gone
Forget my deeds, my face, my name
I don't mind, don't give a damn, no
For me it always stays the same
So many times
I tried to settle down
Wastin' my time
I've been a jerk
So many times
I've tried to turn around
Now I realize
That ain't how it works
Sometimes I dream hard
For a brand new start
Live my life in a different way
I watch the years go by
Don't want my life
Turn another shade of grey
I am lookin' for a wonder
Always lookin' for a sign
I gotta add, I still ain't found none
Sometimes truth is hard to find
When you ask me
What I am, how I am
Lost in my thoughts deep inside
You want an answer
You wouldn't understand
What can I say
That's just my life
Sometimes I dream hard
For a brand new start
Live my life in a different way
I watch the years go by
Don't want my life
Turn another shade of grey
The choices I made, I create
A dead end street
No turning back
If I'd try to change or rearrange
Then my sun would turn to black
Gun Barrel