Michael Webster - Collision course
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You're an artist, I'm a madman, on a collision course
Thought we'd find a place in the southlands, after we break it to your folks
But to gain trust is an art form, to regain it is a chore
I thought I had you in my hands, I never held you at all
Sleepy little town now, different visions from each side
I dreamt about you all day long, I guess the night tries to surprise
I'll raise my terms, he drops the heaviest heart he could hold
Left me on the barstool, but burned his fingertips into the wood
But it still burns in my eyes, pure farcity of your love
I call your name forеver, but I don't think that you could
You're an artist, I'm a madman, on a collision course
Now a poеt in the last leg, I never held you at all
Thought we'd find a place in the southlands, after we break it to your folks
But to gain trust is an art form, to regain it is a chore
I thought I had you in my hands, I never held you at all
Sleepy little town now, different visions from each side
I dreamt about you all day long, I guess the night tries to surprise
I'll raise my terms, he drops the heaviest heart he could hold
Left me on the barstool, but burned his fingertips into the wood
But it still burns in my eyes, pure farcity of your love
I call your name forеver, but I don't think that you could
You're an artist, I'm a madman, on a collision course
Now a poеt in the last leg, I never held you at all
