Sunday Driver - Trip lyrics

(vocal bols) You're fooling no one just Standing there Everyone sees you but No one cares You think you're stronger than I am Can you last longer than I can...? You think you're stronger than I am We'll see... What ways you break on me? What kind of ecstasy? Could be the trip of my century Come here and gather all around For all to see And they sing circles in the snow Wait for me This is my closing story My never open glory Don't call it madness Call it desperation What ways you break on me? What kind of ecstasy? What ways you break... break... break... on me...? ...you break on me...? ...you break on me...? ...you break on me...? You think you're stronger than I am Can you last longer than I can...? You think you're stronger than I am Can you last longer than I can...? You think you're stronger than I am Can you last longer than I can...? You think you're stronger than I am Can you last longer than I can...?