Текст песни All The Wrong Places - CHAMPS

I paint illusion on a cold night
Burn soft make me shiver let me think twice
I was born on the old park avenue
Down 'neath the sky lark, out of view

Now who is the reverend and who is the priest
Who is the preacher who brings the beast
What make the quiet one say the least
And who laid the fire in front of me

Because I
I get stuck in all the wrong places
When I explore all the right things
Then I
I get lost in all the sad faces
How do I make that choir sing

May the light in the dust turn the gold into rust

What made you stand out in the dark
Who made your significance fall apart
Who bought you tears of the coldest kind
Sea swept the fear into your mind

Who made me look at you the wrong way
Born by the book about judgement day
Who put the love in lunacy
And who laid the fire in front of me

Because I
I get stuck in all the wrong places
When I explore all the right things
Then I
I get lost in all the sad faces
How do I make that choir sing

I get stuck in all the wrong places
When I explore all the right things
Then I
I get lost in all the sad faces
How do I make that choir sing

I get stuck in all the wrong places
When I explore all the right things