Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chris Picco
Künstler:in
Tyler Chard
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Picco
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Oh yeah they split us down the middle
Left me second fiddle
There was no one else
Could make me feel that I could be myself
And if they really loved you
Why do they walk above you
They can burn in hell
I'm sick and tired of hearing them crying for themselves
Can anybody hear me
Oh don't you walk through me, well I'm not gone
Oh you say your life is all behind you
Oh the wheels they're going to grind you
Ah where's the fun
Oh what's the point of fixing what's been said and done
Well after all I guess we're all setting suns
I was lookin' for a love like yours
When I stepped off of the merry-go-round
I never worried if I left it too soon
I was happy to be back on the ground
Oh well I guess someones decided
To leave us here divided, it's so fucking wrong
Now hang this little warning
Above the bed that you were born in
Don't look away
Now the wind is whistling through me
It's time that we'd be moving
It's the end of day
If we stay here any longer start to pray
Oh yeah they split us down the middle
Oh yeah they split us down the middle
Oh yeah they split us down the middle
Oh yeah they split us down the middle
Written by: Christopher W. Picco