Bad Company - Cross Me

Wasting, wasting my time.

Thought I could change your mind.

But your heads too full of ideas.

Bad ideas, they get you nowhere.

You’re walking down a path that I can’t follow.

You’re slipping away.

The tongue in your ear.

The hand on your neck.

Your vision is clouded, what did you expect?

You’re searching for the light, in a world so cold.

And you’re looking at the devil, to keep you warm.

Wasting my time.

Thought I could change your mind.

But your heads too full of bad ideas.

Bad ideas, they get you nowhere.

You’re searching for the light, in a world so fucking cold.