paroles de chanson Some Kind Of Hope - Stick to Your Guns

In a world that can′t, we can
In a world that hates, we understand
We are some kind of love (we're at the end of our rope)
We are some kind of hate (we are some kind of hope)
In a world that can′t, we can
In a world that hates, we understand
In a world that won't
Well we've got the world by the throat
We are some kind of hope
I′ll see through every inch of doubt
I am the moon when the sun goes down
And I′ll reflect its shine
It's my life
I will define
I woke up today and felt my age for the first time
In both my mind and body
And my thoughts are less of fitting in
And more, more of being a better man
I just want to be a better man
A wrecking ball of warmth is beating in my chest
And my head is buried in its gentleness
Oh god
I am alive
Keeping warm in a cold world
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me God′s anger give way
I saw around me a burning tower
Giving a preview of hell
This land is fag land
A raging mad land
From California to the New York wastelands
From the blood red forest to the gulf stream waters
This land is headed straight to hell