The Ride

(written by Johnny Goudie, Mark Addison and Kacy Crowley)

 

Send my suitcase without me

A telegram Iím not cominí

Because my savior is drowning these days

And I could fall apart

I could fall apart

 

The truth is always a mountain

The truth is always a curtain

My heart is always beating me down

And I could fall apart

††††††††††† Whenever I believed in things that I canít see

††††††††††† I took my finger off the trigger and pointed it at me

Yes I could fall apart

††††††††††† All I killed was guilt and all I killed was pride

††††††††††† I made a hole so you can always look inside

 

Whenever I believed in things that I canít see

††††††††††† I took my finger off the trigger and pointed it at me

††††††††††† All I killed was guilt and all I killed was pride

††††††††††† I made a hole so you can always look inside

 

I paint your picture in heaven

Iíll move the planets if Iím let in

Donít laugh at me for doubting the end

And I could fall apart

Whenever I believed in things that I canít see

††††††††††† I took my finger off the trigger and pointed it at me

Yes I could fall apart

††††††††††† All I killed was guilt and all I killed was pride

††††††††††† I made a hole so you can always look inside

I could fall apart

Whenever I believed in things that I canít see

††††††††††† I took my finger off the trigger and pointed it at me

Yes I could fall apart

††††††††††† All I killed was guilt and all I killed was pride

††††††††††† I made a hole so you can always look inside

Yes I could fall apart

Yes I could fall apart

Whenever I believed in things that I canít see

††††††††††† I took my finger off the trigger and pointed it at me

††††††††††† All I killed was guilt and all I killed was pride

††††††††††† I made a hole so you can always look inside

I could fall apart

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