Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Powerplant
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Theo Zhykharyev
Composer
Lyrics
Take myself places
You don't go with a gun
It sucks every time
I'm just getting it done
You take what you can
And you are back on the run
The dreams that I had
Time to put them to bed
Push a soft silly pillow
Over their head
When they dieSomething else
Will come here instead
There's trouble down there
At the end of the bar
And the church bells are ringing
And they ain't ringing far
It's well wroth the wait
And it's well worth the scars
Far away place
Hollowed out to a shellI lie to myself
That I want to be there
Just taking the ride
Because I paid for the fare
Sometimes you are travelling
Travelling too far
Looking for answers
Staring at starsWhen it's right in your hands
In the back of your car
Is there someone out there
As worried as me
You are living in fear
And you'll never be free
There's death at your door
But you swallowed the key
There's trouble down there
At the end of the bar
And the church bells are ringing
And they ain't ringing far
It's well wroth the wait
And it's well worth the scars
The dreams that I had
Time to put them to bed
Push a soft silly pillow
Over their head
When they die
Something else
Will come here instead
Are you living it
Are you listening
Are you leaving your dreams
Written by: Theo Zhykharyev