Gotta Go
from Apply Within by Hot Fiction
lyrics
Gotta go, 'cause I don't have a choice,
'Cause my eyes are too hard to read.
Try to sing but I don't have a voice,
Sadness took the breath from me.
Took the breath from me.
There's so much love,
And it's living inside my veins,
And it's looking for somewhere to go,
That isn't down the drain.
Gotta go where no-one know my name,
Might get lost, but I'll get free.
Tried to stay but nothing stays the same,
See the road ahead of me.
See the road ahead of me.
And there's so much love,
Yeah it's waiting inside of me,
It's looking for a reason to leave,
That isn't a fantasy.
And it goes on,
Sweet nothing at all.
'Cause the things that we have,
Aren't the the things that we want.
'Cause my eyes are too hard to read.
Try to sing but I don't have a voice,
Sadness took the breath from me.
Took the breath from me.
There's so much love,
And it's living inside my veins,
And it's looking for somewhere to go,
That isn't down the drain.
Gotta go where no-one know my name,
Might get lost, but I'll get free.
Tried to stay but nothing stays the same,
See the road ahead of me.
See the road ahead of me.
And there's so much love,
Yeah it's waiting inside of me,
It's looking for a reason to leave,
That isn't a fantasy.
And it goes on,
Sweet nothing at all.
'Cause the things that we have,
Aren't the the things that we want.
credits
from Apply Within,
released October 18, 2012
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Oct 2012 -
Jun 2010
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