Rush Week

Under The Gun

Album: Feels [2018]
Author: James Benjamin Thomas © Elefant Publishing

Contrast confession of black and white

Traded for a better view

Promises I couldn't keep

That take me back, and suddenly I'm out of tune

Tonight I'm waiting by the telephone for someone to prove I’m not alone

Hang ups tend to get me down, well tell me know, did you ever really want to know

I know it's all in my head he use to say

Neon lights will fade away

Still feel the heat of the night just like a freight train

Inside I go insane

Too many years of never going far

Nowhere now got no one left to call

In too deep it's reeling in my veins

Under the gun, it always seems the same

Cruel intentions try and understand, now I'm thinking bout the southern states

Got off here in Baltimore, I made a final stand, on route one you were getting laid

Can you help me to get back again, can’t believe how long I’ve had to go

Is it too much for a little win, so let me in

Take a shot before I have to go

I know it's all in my head he use to say

Neon lights will fade away

Still feel the heat of the night just like a freight train

Inside I go insane

Too many years of never going far

Nowhere now got no one left to call

In too deep it's reeling in my veins

Under the gun, it always seems the same

I know it's all in my head he use to say

Neon lights will fade away

Still feel the heat of the night just like a freight train

Inside I go insane

Too many years of never going far

Nowhere now got no one left to call

In too deep it's reeling in my veins

Under the gun, it always seems the same

Too many years of never going far

Nowhere now got no one left to call

In too deep it's reeling in my veins

Under the gun, it always seems the same

I'm under the gun

No one left to blame