Crimson To Chrome

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we’re
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again

Heads down
We were left out alone
Stretched out
Laying pressed upon the lawn, oh
Time comes
We'll arise from the freeze
And we'll be face down
When the suns out
Turning crimson into chrome

I’m sitting here writing the same sad song
With the cogs on fire
Spinning on and on
Till I'm old and tired
Even then I'm on fire

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again


I'm sitting here writing the same sad song
With the cogs on fire
Spinning on and on
Till I'm old and tired
Even then I'm on fire
Watching us settle to fade in the dust
It’s a shame it’s a crime
It's much too much too hold
I’m tired
But hey, I'm on fire
Hey, hey, hey

We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We’re either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
We're either too old, too bold or stupid to move I guess we're
Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again