Live Session

Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief Where you are the valet of honour and i am the thief And don't ever mention the stains that you left on my track How from a beautiful gril I became someone ruined and wrecked It was all in your ba

I heard you were back in town I heard you would come around Trying to get off the ground Every road you went down Walked down the old street Just to feel the old heat If you're burning on empty I'll be holding a golden ring 'Cause hey hey, they don't