Fine Arts

A desperate man loves desperately
Thinks not of what tomorrow brings
Invites his enemies

And I haven't slept in thirty days
I twist and bend like a dying snake
He takes it out of me

And I don't need you to tell me how far I have to go
There's no such thing as distance, it's only miles left on the road

I'm nothing but a night to you
Six hours, lay in solitude
You take it out of me

You're nothing but a song to me
Six hours, lay in memories
I'll carve them out of you

And I don't need you to tell me how sure I am to fail
'Cause I seen this train was coming, I laid my head down on the rail