International - Sweet Trip

You and me

We finally break free

From the mess we’re in

The lies behind you

It could get better

I guess it’s alright

Guess it’s alright

You and me

To live the worst life

With a sense of guilt

At times it’s faster

I’ll write the letter

I guess it’s just right

I’m feeling just fine

True

Only it’s true

When you make me die in

Your hands

Run away from this parade

See

Faint and diseased

Would you make me die in

Your hands

Or run away from this charade

True

Only it’s true

When you make me die in

Your hands

Run away from this parade

See

Faint and diseased

Would you make me die in

Your hands

Or run away from this charade