Letra da Música: The Golden Ticket - Gatsby's American Dream And The Volcano

received news of your misfortune
and its scratching out my eyes
tearing at my heart
but I've got something to offer
so this isn't a time to hide my hands
still I hide my heart....
this is where the rubber meets the road
its where we forget our transgressions
move on
i'll carry your burden
for certain
you have heard of hands that long for you to hold them
the tickets golden...
"if you want to view paradise simply look around and view it"
"you could take tomorrow dip it in a dream separate the sorrow"
its there that you will find me listening
don't look to close
cause i'm tearing off my face so you won't hurt alone
lets start today
make your mind up grab a weapon
move on