From the recording American Dream
Lyrics
LINES OF FIRE
I sit here in a self-made cage
I was building it up and I throw away the key
While you, you don’t repair my wounds
Need a fix baby, need to fix my heart
Hold on, yes, I hold on
Made to last, I write these lines with fire
I write these lines with fire
Begging, begging, when the dark is to control
Crying, crying, cause the memories are gone
I write these lines with fire
If I could turn back the hands of time
No, I would not, rechange it all
For time is short, no, I needed no regret
I’m alright doing my own way
Hold on, yes, I hold on
Made to last, I write these lines with fire
I write these lines with fire
Begging, begging, when the dark is to control
Crying, crying, cause the memories are gone
I write these lines with fire
Hold on, yes, I hold on
Made to last, I write these lines with fire
I write these lines with fire
Begging, begging, when the dark is to control
Crying, crying, cause the memories are gone
I write these lines with fire