She said, "Who put all that shit inside of your head?
Grab the gun and blow it all away." Away.
She said, "All you have and all you ever wanted,
Here's your chance to throw it all away." Away.
One dream to hold, a story that was never told
I know, some way to end a century
You turn to find it gone - It's January 1
Another thousand years to wait and see.
She hates killing time and toe-ing line, so she waits
Black and white, she turns it all to grey. To grey.
Rebates, dealing out life's pleasures on a cold plate
Justified in anything she say. She say.
One dream to hold, a story that was never told
I know, some way to end a century
You turn to find it gone - It's January 1
Another thousand years to wait and see.
One dream to hold, a story that was never told
I know, some way to end a century
You turn to find it gone - It's January 1
Another thousand years to wait and see.