Besedila: Powderfinger. Dream Days at the Hotel Existence. Who Really Cares.

Release me from this struggle to be free
Take my hand
Lead me to the promised land of your love

Step outside of this superficial life
Put your pretty lips on mine
Kiss me one more time and I'm gone

Who really cares?
Who really knows
About these agents of despair
And their thrown together prose?

Release me from this struggle to be free
I'll break my plans to be in
The gentle hands of your love

When you're by my side in these superficial times
Put your little hand in mine
Kiss me one more time and I'm gone

Who really cares?
Who really knows
About these agents of despair
And their thrown together prose?

Let them have his head
He's harmless you know
Watch him let you down
And leave you hanging on a rope

I wont be fooled by your devious ways
Your ingenuine fears and your ingenuine pain
I look a wreck but somehow you look fine

You come to me
And ask me to ease our troubled mind
I won't be fooled again