WDL - Bob's Beat

It is time for us, you are alone, and what if I just got your Uhhh... In the background was the growing struggle between two great powers who shaped the postwar world. Tell me you got the power, And I say Uhhh... You say you got the power, And I say no no no... Tell me you got the power, And I say Uhhh... You say you got the power, And I say no no no... No I say Uhhh, No I say Uhhh, You say you got the power, Oh I say Uhhh No I say Uhhh, No I say Uhhh, You say you got the power, No I say Uhhh You know sometimes I remember, I have to say it was all you had. Just let me take my time, what if I got mason stages in our hands. It is time for us, you are alone, and what if I just got your Uhhh... In the background was the growing struggle between two great powers who shaped the postwar world You say you got the power, And I say no no no... Tell me you got the power, And I say Uhhh...

Bloody hands on the wheel i drive Headfirst into the night Calm and steady like a surgeons knife Steel toed bottoming out No telling what the years will bring I like that Cause i'll still be alike Lucky through the better and the bad times But now my luck has run out Thickening my bones Never right i'm not even close Thickening my bones Never right but i need it though I leave nothing to warn her Ripples in the water Turning into storms how i wish you knew That you'll never get close My heart is a ghost to you Riding round how my broke heart roams Headless into the night Throwing stones into perfect glass homes This road never runs out On nobody's side just asking me why Cause i can't get enough So alone i drive with no ending in sight Cause i can't get enough Thickening my bones Never right i'm not even close Thickening my bones Never right but i need it though I leave nothing to warn her Ripples in the water Turning into storms how i wish you knew That you'll never get close My heart is a ghost to you

On a Sunday gone In the harbour place The big boss man's eye Fell on the pretty girl's face She was closing things Oh what a death he died He drank away his sense He never said goodbye You could talk about love You could talk about the light You could talk about the only time You ever did things right You could talk about the moon Hanging in the sky You could talk about the finer things You could talk about the minor things It's a poor man's game This serious life No pursuit could make me The man for my wife Says the man's hot streak To a sober face No reflections please When I'm the king of this place I will take my fist And I will bring it down And I will take that smiling Right outta this town You could talk about love You could talk about the light You could talk about the only time You ever did things right You could talk about the moon Hanging in the sky You could talk about the finer things You could talk about the minor things He was cautioned to the wind Oh man... you're a fable now