scoundrel days þarký sözü

(mags/pal waaktaar)
was that somebody screaming
it wasn´t me for sure
i lift my head up from uneasy pillows
put my feet on the floor
cut my wrist on a bad thought
and head for the door
outside on the pavement
the dark makes no noise
i can feel the sweat on my lips
leaking into my mouth
i´m heading out for the steep hills
they´re leaving me no choice
and see... as our lives are in the making;
we belive through the lies and the hating
that love goes free
for want of an option
i run the wind ´round
i dream pictures of houses burning
never knowing nothing else to do
with death comes the morning
unannounced and new
was it too much to ask for
to pull a little weight
they forgive anything but greatness
these are scoundrel days
and i´m close to calling out their names
as pride hits my face
woah!
see...as our lives are in the making:
we believe through their lies and the hating
that love goes free through scoundrel days
i reach the edge of town
i´ve got blood in my hair
their hands touch my body
from everywhere
but i know that i´ve made it
as i run into the air
and see...as our lives are in the making:
we believe through the lies and the hating
that love goes through
through scoundrel days