Letra de Hammer strong

So hear its' your last chance to apologies
for all the things i've done wrong
and all these walks i walked alone
and all these terrifying nights i spent alot
and you know that if i had it all,
every breath of your whispers good night,
i would trade it all for the wind to sting
our blood shot eyes
and sweep us off our tired feet
and spins us around
so we can see if we're just walking circles
it gets cold on the shore and i'm not sure
it gets much better where we are going
so buckle up, lock your door because
here on out i'm driving
and i've got the radio tuned
to the last station
you cried to well, baby
it gets warm tonight
that's when you say we'll bury the hatchet now well there's a soft spot in my spine
with you first through these walks
and your bones through flesh
take a look at the mess we made