| "MiSpLacEd Gunz" | |
| dreams are falling comin apart like comets explodin' in the dark night lightin up the sky settin souls on fire n if i could fly i'd be like a misplaced gun after a bottle of wine shootin' the sun n' runnin out of time lost loves are dyin everyday they're multiplyin like the stars up in the wild loose their luster n' after awhile they become misplaced guns empty bottles of wine chasin the sun n' runnin out of time im runnin (4x) out of time n' feelin like a misplaced gun this world is burnin' one day it'll stop turnin we'll be standin still wonderin why as souls catch fire leavin behind smolderin skies n misplaced guns empty bottles of wine no more chasin the sun we'll have run out of time im runnin (4x) out of time n' feelin like a missed placed gun my heart is achin like that window i can't help breakin in a fit of rage i turn the page only to find i have come of age feelin' like a misplaced gun after a bottle of wine no more shootin' the sun we'll have run out of time (c) Robert Andrews. January 2004. Posted July 2004 (c) Cirelli & Andrews July 2004 | |