Testo di Opus

What we built from Black Country ground In your car out of this small town You on back of my new push-bike Wheelie-ing down Thunder Road tonight And I never felt so brave On that unusually forgiving Sunday What we built to keep ourselves warm Burnt your hand and charmed the locals All those mistakes laid out plainly Anyone could see that the clamp was breaking me! And one more time For the record Everybody's coming up I guess I'm a little bit late to the party Everybody's coming up I guess I'm a little bit late to the party Now everybody's coming up I guess I should've had something else to say And now everybody's coming up What we built must fall to the rising flames Everybody's coming up I guess I'm a little bit late to the party Everybody's coming up I guess I'm a little bit late to the party Everybody's coming up I guess I'm a little bit late to the party Everybody's coming up I guess I'm a little bit late to the party