Texty písní Collective Soul

Collective Soul

Bleed

I think her gun's

unloaded now.

I guess tomorrow

will be after all?

Who made me judge

and jury here?

It seems I'm bearing

witness to her fall.

I don't know why

she cries to me.

(she keeps her pain

as company)

'Cause it's only time

before we all must

bleed.

Mirrors of her

memory

Reflect nothing with

each word she says.

Her views have got

me spinning 'round.

I think she's burning

alters in her head.