Paroles de Out Of My Hands

I'm sick of the state we're in And every little thread is wearing thin I've been livin' life in the slow lane But somethings got to change What time is it where you are You're in bed, I'm at a bar Right now opposites subtract And I don't know if I can bridge the gap The phone bills, and missed calls, have got us they've got us At the mercy of a mile In no place to make demands I'll make it worth your while But right now it's out of my hands It's out of my hands Ode to sleep pillows and sheets The last place I'd expect us to meet I'll be back before you know So don't worry if you're running low The phone bills, and missed calls, have got us, they've got us hanging