作曲 : Robert Turner/Peter B. Hayes/Nick Jago
Well you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul 
Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known 
You're tying your mind claiming life is your side yeah 
You're dyin alone, you should've known it be cold yeah cold yeah cold yeah 
Now you know you're alone, you're a screaming gun yeah 
Gun yeah, gun yeah, gun yeah 
Well you hold down the sign and slipping deeper below 
You scream for you purpose as you're lettin it go 
Now all that you hold is whats left of your soul 
But whats left of your soul 
You can't keep a hold and no soul yeah soul yeah 
Now you know you're alone you're a screaming gun yeah gun yeah gun yeah gun yeah 
Well you run from your reasons as you slip on your soul 
Now you're keeping a hold of something you've never known 
You're tying your mind claiming life is inside yeah 
You're dyin alone, you should've known it be cold yeah cold yeah cold yeah 
Now you know you're alone, you're a screaming gun yeah 
Gun yeah, gun yeah, gun yeah