Trip - Sunday Driver

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???