Rise — текст песни (American Music Club)

The things you love dont give us too much hope

When youve lost your appetite and youre sick and tired

Maybe what you need is some food for your eyes

To make them rise



Dont tell me how to tell the truth

Youre like a store that only sells guns and knives

Tell me how to make something beautiful

Flash before your eyes

Let them make you rise



It only costs a buck for three tries

Though money never buys enough of anything

And Im a moving target trying to shake some lead

From your eyes

Let them make you rise