Testo di No Luck

You can't trust anyone's word but your own These days, there's no luck for self-control Everybody's looking inward With no regard for the love they stole from you Living in a small town can be hell, at times It's so beautiful and still so ugly, inside And all these trees, let their leaves fall down With our hearts, into gutters to be washed away with the rain There, they'll fall into sewer streams To be washed out into the ocean, open there for all to see All these trees, let their leaves fall down With our hearts, into gutters to be washed away with the rain There, they'll fall into sewer streams To be washed out into the ocean, open there for all to see