"MiSpLacEd Gunz"
:: l y r i c s ::
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