In the wait for you last night My whole life flashed before my eyes The stories that we spoke The hills we died upon The cadence of your tongue
I′m wired up, I'm knocked out I′m not asking you to Cut me down, scrub my skin Show me things we outgrew I'm wired up and I'm knocked out I′m not asking you to Cut me down, scrub my skin
Don′t serenade in the dark If the morning could roll back the time Take us back to the start Don't serenade in the dark We couldn′t stop the leaving stars They don't like where we are
Now those dreams will always fade The curtain falls down on your pillow You beat a different drum You separate my thumb And hold me when I′m numb
I'm wired up, I′m knocked out I'm not asking you to Cut me down, scrub my skin Show me things we outgrew I'm wired up and I′m knocked out I′m not asking you to Cut me down, scrub my skin
Don't serenade in the dark If the morning could roll back the time Take us back to the start Don′t serenade in the dark We couldn't stop the leaving stars They won′t like where we are
With our idle hands The devil makes his plans I'll never understand How the air you breathe so carelessly Is just a line drawn in the sand
I′m wired up, I'm knocked out I'm not asking you to Cut me down, scrub my skin Show me things we outgrew I′m wired up, I′m knocked out I'm not asking you to Cut me down, scrub my skin
Don′t serenade in the dark If the morning could roll back the time Take us back to the start Don't serenade in the dark We couldn′t stop the leaving stars They don't like where we are
Show me how to live carelessly ′Cause with all this time, I go out my mind And with idle hands, the devil makes plans Carelessly 'Cause with all this time, I go out my mind And with idle hands, the devil makes plans
'Cause with all this time, I go out my mind And with idle hands, the devil makes plans
Compositores: Thomas Smith, Elliott Williams, Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay