I know these roads
Each ridge
And narrow bridge
Each cheveron
Enticing me on
Each warning sign
I take in my stride
I dont need more ammunition
Ive got more than I can spend
I dont dwell on things Im missing
Im just pleased
With the things Ive found
I know these roads
An old hand understands
Above all, I know whats
Expected of me now
Veering cliffwards
I dont need more ammunition
Ive got more than I can spend
I dont dwell on things Im missing
Im just pleased
With the things Ive found
With the things Ive found
With the things Ive found
Ive found
Ive been crying
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays
And it says :
"weve never really been away"
I dont need more ammunition
Ive got more than I can spend
I dont think of who Im missing
Ive got no space and no time
In my life, anymore
No space or time
In my life, anymore
For revenge