Tekstovi: Valencia. Dancing With A Ghost. Friday Night.

It started out on a Friday night.
I went out for a drive and never looked back.
I wanted out 'cause I knew you were right.
I put it all on the line just to see you react.

Typical breakthrough, just different words used.
Obviously, thought you knew me.

When desperate we collide and disappear in fear.
We've been living in a dream.
Selfishly, I try to blur the lines that hide that I,
I guess I fucked up. I guess I was wrong.
I guess you wouldn't understand.
I don't regret a single moment.
And if I'm fucked up, so what if you're right?
Just try to understand,
that I only regret the things I haven't done yet.

When all these fights stem from foolish pride,
you put actions aside 'cause you can't comprehend.
There's no excuse, walk away or you lose.
Whichever you choose, it's just the means to an end.

I can't believe you, all that we've been through.
Obviously, you don't know me.

When desperate we collide and disappear in fear.
We've been living in a dream.
Selfishly, I try to blur the lines that hide that I,
I guess I fucked up. I guess I was wrong.
I guess you wouldn't understand.
I don't regret a single moment.
And if I'm fucked up, so what if you're right?
Just try to understand,
that I only regret the things I haven't done yet.

My heart's the only thing that's on my mind.
It's not a crime to feel more connected
to the things you've lost than the things that you've gained.
What have you gained?

I guess I fucked up. I guess I was wrong.
I guess you wouldn't understand.
I don't regret a single moment.
And if I'm fucked up, so what if you're right?
Just try to understand,
that I only regret the things I haven't done yet.

I guess I fucked up. I guess I was wrong.
I guess you wouldn't understand.
I don't regret a single moment.
And if I'm fucked up, so what if you're right?
Just try to understand,
that I only regret the things I haven't done.