Bush

skies ripped open by the sun
daylight comes but not soon enough
speed down your track in search of you
strapped to the back of what we do
[?!?]
over to you to make it work
ages have changed [?]
i'd rather starve than fake alive
lost to the cities of the night
lost in the world to make it right
[chorus]
heart
break
hreat-break and novocain
whoa help the pain
i'm out of control