another sentimental argument
and bitter love
fucked without a kiss again
and dragges it trough the mud
yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
the worry rock hast turned to dust
and fallen on our pride

a knocked down dragged out fight
fat lips and open wounds
another wasted night
and no one will taken the fall

where do we go from here?
and what did you do with the directions?
promise me no dead end streets
and i'll gurantee we'll have the road