Текст песни Fling - Reverb and The Verse

My wings got dirty from the storm
Can't fly from the overload
I'm stuck in the biting cold
Through some stifling heat
On these abandoned roads and I wish and I dream
I do a little of a lot of those things
To help me get up and bring it, daily
Fighting through the many rejections
Keep 'em coming at me I'm becoming a weapon
And the safety's disengaged
We ain't turning we're burning the page
Why oh why, are you not happy, guy?
Take the money and run!
Now don't you feel special?
Even though you settled for the status quo?
This ain't no relationship, it was only a fling

TRY AS I MAY
TRY AS I MIGHT
THIS IS ALL WORTH
MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE