Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Half-State

lrc by Jermen

We were close but we never made it home

We could see what we had and we let it go

Now it's miles away and cast in stone

Now we're miles away and casting stones

There's a fire

There's a fire on the road

It's a cruel world that lets us go

It's a place we can never call our own

It's a falling wind that calls our souls

It's a cruel world that lets us go

It's a cruel world that lets us go

It's a fool alone that carries gold

He'll find his own when he finds alone

Now it's miles away and cast in stone

Now he's miles away and casting stones

There's a fire

There's a fire on the road

It's a cruel world that lets us go

It's a place we can never call our own

It's a falling wind that calls our souls

It's a cruel world that lets us go

It's a cruel world that lets us go

So where are they now to let us know

So where are they now to let us know

So where are they now to let me know

Falling through what's left of the fractions

I'm gonna catch them

Never let go

I'm gonna catch them

Never let go

Holding on to something you can't lose

I'm gonna catch them

Never let go

Waiting for a sign of passion

I'm gonna catch them

Never let go

lrc by Jermen