The Bringdown - Bob Schneider

Turn the corner

Right into the hail

Think we oughta

Set sail

Shoot for shoreline

Falling into the hole

Watch your back

Let go

It’s like a whisper

Never makes a sound

Come hold me

Bring the bringdown

Bring the bringdown, Baby

Running up

Beside of a wall

It’s just an invitation

To fall

Risky business

A game for Fools

Bend your heart

Break the rules

Never know when

It’ll come around

Come hold me

Bring the bringdown

Bring the bringdown, Baby

Your smile

Is a beautiful place

Take me with you

I wanna go there

Your love

What a beautiful waste

I take it with me

Where ever I go

Take the air

That I breathe

Take away the world

At my feet

Take these wooden

Hands of desire

Throw it all

Into your fire

The Devil’s wings

Misery’s gone

I come home

Bring the bringdown

Bring the bringdown, Baby

Bring the bringdown, Baby

Bring the bringdown, Baby