Fame - The Early November

Fame is crippling art

«Cold», I said it

Lay in bed, regret it

Hate that it’s tearing me apart

I feel you gripping my lungs

Feel you ripping a hole in my chest

Faith is a balancing card

Up against the wind

Balance time and we just want to relive

A way back to the start

I feel you lift me up again

And tell me I’m the one you wanna be with

Clearing the history of all that I was

And wasn’t enough, I wanna be wrong

Yeah, we have a history of coming undone

I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong

Faith is a balancing card

Up against the wind

Balance time and we just want to relive

A way back to the start

I feel you lift me up again

And tell me I’m the one you wanna be with

Clearing the history of all that I was

And wasn’t enough, I wanna be wrong

Yeah, we have a history of coming undone

I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong

Now we have a history of

We have a history of

We have a history of