A Silver Medal 가사

Surely you'll find away to loose the grip and stop the sign Now play the cards at hand to deal the day of your pretend Stop and smell the tune of radios lost Something has called out and punctured my last vein And when the past fails the winter falls and you'll remain Run the race well, one jest I just did. Touché is what I'm looking for To find all the things I have ignored Biting the end of bic, under your lamp shade Slowly these follicles are swept down in your pre-game Cleary to hide the face, the time restraint to save the fate Now that you're breaking you're shaking You fade away Run the race well, one jest I just did Touché is what I'm looking for To find all the things I have ignored