Текст песни Old Fuel

The art of seeing eye to eye The fog or war is on the rise again It’s strange I cannot recall calling in at all Losing line of sight Target: My pride, before the fall It skillfully eludes My crosshairs and the noose Hiding in plain sight, I miss, we fight And it is on again I’ll aim for your feelings On again And fire is returned Time’s run out in search of a weakness Adding old fuel to fire as we burn We move on It can’t be the end since time is out of sight And if it’s bend or break, we’ll make a break for it at first light It might sound right true that I’ll be true to you If it comes down to trust, we drop our gloves and it is on again And so it starts, the endgame And it may come as no surprise That this will end in stalemate In time preceding our demise And it is on again I’ll aim for your feelings On again And fire is returned Time’s run out in search of a weakness Adding old fuel to fire as we burn The art of seeing eye to eye The fog or war is on the rise again And so it starts, the endgame And it may come as no surprise That this will end in stalemate In time preceding our demise And it is on again I’ll aim for your feelings On again And fire is returned Time’s run out in search of a weakness Adding old fuel to fire as we burn