Was it a breath of sadness
That tore within your heart...

Our soldiers die on foreign land
Beseeched by words of hollow truce...

I got drunk, once again
With some of my friends...

Take hold the hands of time
wrestle the movement...

I've had it with reality
I need an intervention...

Just a pitter patter of a tick inside your chest
Pumping veins with new blood, as it travels...

His guitar strapped upon his back
He traveled down the dusty road...

Another day has gone by, Night is now upon me
The moon is sending teardrops to comfort...

It's the thumping of a heartache,
that gets me every time...

You can hear him grinding meat
In the wee hours of the day...

Of love in June, beneath the moon
A kiss was planted oh so sweet...

Maximum Exposure
By: Twisted Heart...