DESCRIPTION:
Contest Of Arms-A breath of fresh air and a gallon of gin

Lyrics:


Crack the window
The air is way to stiff
Take a deep one
I really need one
Change the scenario
I'm wearing off by the minute
And each breath that's taken has a heart beat of its own
But I'm short of breath
and I don't want a part of this

.
My chest is beating
At a speed I can't
Keep up with.
Make it stop. (Set into place)
This rush is to much.

I wonder what they are telling you
That keeping you away from me.

As the curtain falls
The fog rolls in
Streets are dead
Our bright lit lives slowly dim
This time together will be taken from a book
The one I wrote where I misplaced the hook
And from my feet this earth had shook


My chest is beating
At a speed I can't
Keep up with.
Make it stop. (Set into place)
This rush is to much.

I'm wearing off and it to much to bare
I'm holding on to a damaged affiar
And it seems like you've been set in to place

I never thought I'd have to see you with these eyes
Never imagined you'd look at me that way