Synapse — Bush

i don't mind this barefoot again just a skin full what we choose to forget thinking you know thinking you see all sides casting a stone from your hand yeah right

hell is where the heart is synapse again nothing more i can do i have not done again

only worded nothing wrong taking a cue from seven days i bet you never listen burning holes in all your clothes

razorblade suitcase all the tricks of the trade favorite ways you can lose favorite ways you can hate

hell is where the heart is synapse again nothing more i can do i haven't done again i haven't done again

only worded nothing wrong taking a cue for better days i bet you never listen burning holes in all your clothes burning holes in all your clothes

hell is where the heart is synapse again nothing more i can do i haven't done again hell is where the heart is where the heart is where the heart is