Trapped in a Bomb - The Suicide Machines

My phone rang at 4 AM

I could hear in your voice the intoxication

We talked about God and the scene, how we both like to

Drift in and out of the drink

I told him everything is going to be okay

That’s so hard to believe

Got this far so I’ll wait for my end

I’m so afraid, I just don’t have the courage

Wish you could have seen the journey ahead

But unstable hearts, yeah, I understand

I hope that you know that we miss you every day

It’s so hard to stare at your grave

I will bring you whiskey in the winter

And flowers in the spring

I will bring you whiskey in the winter

In summer anything

Trapped in a moment

You’re trapped in a song

You’re trapped in a body

You’re trapped in a bomb

Trapped in a moment

You’re trapped in a song

You’re trapped in a body

You’re trapped in a moment

You’re trapped in a bomb

We’re all trapped in a bomb