Don't try to reason me
There's nothing I can't see
Don't need a perfect sign
So I can read your mind
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you always
And if I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Ill take the bruise as mine
Either way I'm fine
I'm used to picket lines
Moving with these times
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you always
And If I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
My boat
My booooat
Don't try to reason me
There's nothing I can't see
Don't need a perfect sign
So I can read your mind
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you
Always
And if I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Joe Stanyon - End Of Days Lyrics
Joe Stanyon - End Of Days Lyrics
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Don't try to reason me
There's nothing I can't see
Don't need a perfect sign
So I can read your mind
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you always
And if I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Ill take the bruise as mine
Either way I'm fine
I'm used to picket lines
Moving with these times
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you always
And If I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
My boat
My booooat
Don't try to reason me
There's nothing I can't see
Don't need a perfect sign
So I can read your mind
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you
Always
And if I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
There's nothing I can't see
Don't need a perfect sign
So I can read your mind
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you always
And if I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Ill take the bruise as mine
Either way I'm fine
I'm used to picket lines
Moving with these times
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you always
And If I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
Will you take a secret ride on my boat ?
My boat
My booooat
Don't try to reason me
There's nothing I can't see
Don't need a perfect sign
So I can read your mind
Its not the same anymore
Living on the floor
I will look for you
Always
And if I make it I'm sure
Ill be at your door
Waiting till the end of days
Writer: Joseph Stanyon
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