Something's tearing me down.
And down.
Can't help but feel it's coming from you.
She's a gunshot bride.
With a trigger cries.
I just wonder what we've gotten our selves into.
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again.
In the end we will be one.
In a trail of fire I'll burn before you bury me.
Set your sights for the sun.
Mind is willing.
Soul remains.
This woman cannot be saved.
From the drawn into the fire.
Mind is willing.
Soul remains.
This woman cannot be saved.
From the drawn into the fire.
Any danger.
Bring it on home.
Bring it on home.
Bring it on home.
Bring it on home.
Much to weak to jump yourself.
Heal the wounds or crack the shell.
Lift yourself from once below.
Much to weak to jump yourself.
Heal the wounds or crack the shell.
Lift yourself from once below.
Praise the anger.
Bring it on home.
Bring it on home.
Bring it on home.
Bring it on home.
In a trail of fire I know we will be free again.
In the end we will be one.
In a trail of fire Ill burn before you bury me.
Set your sights for the sun.
Bring it on home.
Writer(s): Bernd Burhoff, Oliver Froning, Jens Oettrich, Robert Swire Thompson
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