at the summer

Strokes

I can t escape it
Never gonna make it out of this in time
I guess that s just fine
I m not there quite yet
My thoughts, such a mess
Like a little boy
What you running for?

Run at the door
Anyone home?
Have I lost it all?

Struck me like a chord
I m an ugly boy
Holding out the knife
Lonely afterlife
You begged me not to go
Sinking like a stone
Use me like an oar
Get yourself to shore

Bang at the door
Anyone home?
That s just what they do
Right in front of you
Like a cannonball
Slamming through your wall
In their face, I saw
What they re fighting for

Can t escape it
I never gonna make it
Till the end, I guess

Struck me like a chord
I m an ugly boy
Holding out the knife
Lonely afterlife
Banging on the door
I don t wanna know
Sinking like a stone
So use me like an oar

Hard to fight what I can t see
Not trying to build no dynasty
I can see beyond this world
But we ve lost this game so many times before

Lying on the cold floor
I ll be waiting, yeah
I ll be waiting from the other side
Waiting for the tide to rise

Lying on the cold floor
I ll be waiting, yeah
I ll be waiting from the other side
Waiting for the tide to rise