Текст Black Pistol Fire – Yet Again

Sweep the floors, crack the door
Off and on, mama, let it breathe
Too much time to see them pine
Doubling up when the stakes get high

So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again
Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again

Kiss and tell, Cozumel
Did you phone in a fare-thee-well?
Sleepless nights they come alive
Rolling down, babe, between those thighs
I’m bound to you with something to prove
Baby, please what will we do?
Same old sin, used to win
Keep on running from way back when

So here we find ourselves, baby, yet again
Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again

Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you
Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon
Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you
Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon
Roll on, roll on, I keep holding up for you
Roll on, roll on, I won’t speak too soon

Here we find ourselves, baby, yet again