Take the Gun - Luca Vasta

Boy, take the gun

Shoot me to the ground

The bitter sweet in your’re Hand

Boy, take my Hand

Before i let it go

In this game of two

You’re on your own

Lay your head on my pillow, Boy

We’re closer than ever before

Boy, take the gun

Shoot me down

Don’t follow

These wounded wings

Put my Hand on your heart

Before we kill this emtiness

Feed the fire, take the beating from my heart

Burn it down

down, down, down

Let’s stay awake

Listen to the dark

Hearing the rain when it pours

Boy, cant you see the winter breaks

Vanishing into the snow

Lay your head on my pillow, Boy

We’re closer than ever before

Boy, take the gun

Shoot me down

Don’t follow

These wounded wings

Put my Hand on your heart

Before we kill this emtiness

Feed the fire, take the beating from my heart

Burn it down

down, down, down

down, down, down

down, down, down

(Dank an Etienne für den Text)