Dan Lotti :: Lyrics
Down the Street
Thinkin'... thinkin'... thinkin' of her breath tonightThinkin' of how to make it alright
'Cause I messed up, now I'm stuck, I messed all up I can't compete
I messed it up, my one way to feel complete
Fadin', I'm fadin'; all my thoughts are overthrown
Drainin' me of my backbone
It's a migraine... migraine... my brain is a fugitive
I need her to live it out and forgive
And I almost lost me, I almost lost me
...If i didn't see it coming down the street.
Waitin'... waitin'... waitin' on her voice
Waitin' for her to make a choice
And I start prayin'... prayin'... prayin' on her voice
Prayin' for her to make a choice
And I almost lost me, I almost lost me
...If i didn't see it coming down the street.