Yet Again - Black Pistol Fire

Sweep the floors, crack the door

Off and on, mama, let it breathe

Too much time to see them pine

Doubling up when the stakes get high

Born to lose, baby blue

Heaven and my hand is riding on you

Don’t make sense to reminisce

When I loved you, baby, way back when

So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again

Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again

Kiss and tell, Cozumel

Did you phone in a fare-thee-well?

Sleepless nights they come alive

Rolling down, babe, between those thighs

I’m bound to you with something to prove

Baby, please what will we do?

Same old sin, used to win

Keep on running from way back when

So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again

Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again

Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you

Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon

Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you

Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon

Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you

Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon

Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again