Bullet From a Gun Songtext
von The Script

I′m in the boot of a car, breathin' air through a hole
She′s drivin' me down to the river
She'll watch over me with the tears in her eyes
Couldn′t dig my own grave any deeper

She′s pushin' me blindfolded down to my knees
But her finger still shakes on the trigger
She′s untyin' my hands though I gave her the rope
This is so much harder to leave her, to leave her, to leave her

When you′re forgiven but you can't forget
It feels like you′re drownin' but you still got breath
And we've been tryin′ to lay this ghost to rest
Oh, but there ain′t no gettin' out of this mess

No there ain′t no getting' out
There ain′t no getting' out
There ain′t no getting' out of this mess


Now she's showin′ me mercy as much as she can
She′s lettin' me live with my demons
See her washin′ her hands as she's walkin′ away
Oh but still she looks back, she looks back
While she's leavin′, she's leavin'

When you′re forgiven but you can′t forget
It feels like you're drownin′ but you still got breath
And we've been tryin′ to lay this ghost to rest
Oh, but there ain't no gettin′ out of this mess

No there ain't no gettin' out
There ain′t no gettin′ out
There ain't no gettin′ out of this mess
No there ain't no gettin′ out
No there ain't no gettin′ out of this mess

(What's done is done) can't resurrect the setting sun
(What′s done is done) oh you can′t reverse the bullet from the gun
(What's done is done) can′t resurrect the setting sun
(What's done is done) oh you can′t reverse the bullet from the gun


When you're forgiven but you can′t forget
It feels like you're drownin' but you still got breath
And we′ve been tryin′ to lay this ghost to rest
Oh, but there ain't no gettin′ out of this mess
When you're forgiven but you can′t forget
It feels like you're drownin′ but you still got breath
And we've been tryin' to lay this ghost to rest
Oh, but there ain′t no gettin′ out there ain't no gettin′ out of this mess
Out of this mess, out of this mess
Out of this mess, out of this mess
Out of this mess, out of this mess