Metal & Hard Rock
LIKE A HOT SMOKING PISTOL
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT..
HEARTACHES COME AND GO
AND ALL THAT'S LEFT
ARE THE WORDS
I CAN'T LET GO...
I COUNT THE FALLING TEARS
THEY FALL BEFORE MY EYES
SEEMS LIKE A THOUSAND YEARS
SINCE WE BROKE THE TIES
SOMETIMES YOU NEVER FALL AND AH, YOU'RE THE LUCKY ONE BUT OH, SOMETIMES YOU WANT IT ALL YOU'VE GOT TO REACH FOR THE SUN