Crash

I put my best foot first and it got burnt Communication always hurts I've got myself so deep inside a hole I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old I don't think so CHORUS: She's my hands, she's my hands Picks me up when I crash down Build me wings so I can glide She's my novocaine ride Pick up the pieces of my world Glue thme together, I wish I could I can't believe it as the picture fades Just like a TV, but the sound remains I don't think so, no, I don't think so CHORUS Feel it as I shake Shatter illusions fade Taste my bitter tears Cut my heart with shears I don't think so, I don't think so CHORUS --- Crash - Feeder