SKIN

When I heard that sound

When the walls came down

I was thinking about you

About you

When my skin grows old

When my breath runs cold

I'll be thinking about youAbout you

Bullet In A Gun

I'm high, then I'm low, low

Stop, then I go, go

Bipolar, oh, oh

Yes, then I'm no, no

My time will come, I promise that

Pull the trigger back, back

Bullet in a gun (hey)

But in the end, my time will come

Like a bullet in a gun

Blood, sweat and tears to be the one

Bullet in a gun