Besedila: Handheld. The Mark Worner - EP. Freeport.

A pale blue face and blood shot eyes, His hat pulled down to hide his time
of desperation cause by one, The one who shared times good,
Times good times gone without a chance to hear an explanation.
Your tables have turned

Your time here is not wasted And your lips already tasted
The bitterness that you endured cause she insisted on putting you through it.
And although you always wanted to say,
The things that troubled us today will always be one step ahead of us

You hyphenate the words that they try to make whole.
You bite off more than you can take comfort in.
On the second tee, your ?feeling bad story?
it was on my mind you confessed you lost your glory.
On the day they let them put the weight on you,
But you?re strong
With your friend?s an arms length away, you?re standing on the curb
A streak of light, it flashes by makes you wonder what you heard
They heard him, he lives on.
The light that had flashed once before is shining on his crown.
Come on,

A full one-eighty, a half a turn A lack of concentration is earned
I don?t want to care about it
but I can?t seem to help
and help you out is all I can do to determine why she?s leaving you.
Life will go on

Your time here is not wasted And your lips already tasted
The bitterness that you endured

You hyphenate the words that they try to make whole.
You bite off more than you can take comfort in.
On the second tee, your ?feeling bad story?
it was on my mind you confessed you lost your glory.
On the day they let them put the weight,
and although you always wanted to say,
The things that troubled us today will always be one step ahead of us