Reasons Songtext
von The Sore Losers

Maybe you got your reasons
To leave me out here in the cold
But I am not that bad
Not as you′ve been told
Been running on gold fever
Further away from home


Sure I had my reasons
To leave you out here in the cold
You are not that bad
You carried more than your hands could hold
Piling ashes on my bedside table
Burning stains on my carpet floor
Waiting for balance but remained unstable
Learned faster than I ever had to learn before

Maybe you got your reasons
To leave me out here in the cold
I am not that bad
Not as you've been told
Been running on gold fever
Further away from home
Been busy falling over
Try to standing up alone