Last Of The International Playboys

Artists : Stroke 9 : Last Of The International Playboys

There's pressures of love or fuck
Moving on it and up
Through a crawlspace to no where
These theories and equations can't be settled
Paper trails are getting longer
Can you meet me in the middle
And I'll follow the trail to you

I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm all alright

The fact and fiction's the same
Be quick to learn the game
'Cause everybody wants to play the actor
But percentage and factors can leave you high and dry
Listen for echos of prayers gone by

I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm all alright

In a city of angels
It seems so out of place
Too many broken hearts in too big of space

I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright

No one ever had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright

I'm out space, I'm out of time
But it's alright
I'm out of space, I'm out of time
But it's alright