Texty: The Sainte Catherines. Ring Of Fire = 4 Points.

The last resort, I'm out of trust
I wanna leave and I wanna love
The night is cold, my brain is fucked
I promise I won't fall or lose

Gimme your hand and wait for me
Four months a year's better than nothing

I saw your face
There was a place where I finally found where I feel safe
I spent time
In fucking bars when I should be in your trustful arms

I'm stronger than you when I'm asleep
When I wake up I feel fucking weak
I dream of a day when I'll wake up
Feeling at home, feeling like me


I saw your face
There was a place where I finally found where I feel safe
I spent time
In fucking bars when I should be in your trustful arms

This is the time for me to stop
Worrying about shit I can't control
People are dumb and my heart is numb
But I can still see what's beautiful