You Are The Gun
You know your city's dirt and grime
Just confuses my mind
Doesn't look so pretty, but I don't care
I'm gonna move on and find some air
Right now all I can feel
The sting on my neck
The burdens don't make it feel so free
But you bring it on home to me
I won't run, I won't run,
I won't hide
I won't run, I won't run,
I'm gonna ride
You are the gun
That shoots it on home
You are the one
That drives it on home
Out in the night
I found my key
Out in the night
Never knew love could flow so free
I won't run, I won't run,
I won't hide
I won't run, I won't run,
I'm gonna ride
I won't run, I won't run,
I won't hide
I won't run, I won't run,
I'm gonna ride
I won't run, I won't run,
I'm gonna ride
I won't run, I won't run,
never again
Eres El Arma
Conozco la suciedad y mugre de tu ciudad
Solo confunde mi mente
No se ve tan bonita, pero no me importa
Voy a seguir adelante y encontrar algo de aire
En este momento solo puedo sentir
El picor en mi cuello
Las cargas no lo hacen sentir tan libre
Pero tú lo traes a casa para mí
No correré, no correré,
No me esconderé
No correré, no correré,
Voy a montar
Eres el arma
Que lo dispara de regreso a casa
Eres la única
Que lo conduce de regreso a casa
En la noche
Encontré mi llave
En la noche
Nunca supe que el amor podría fluir tan libremente
No correré, no correré,
No me esconderé
No correré, no correré,
Voy a montar
No correré, no correré,
No me esconderé
No correré, no correré,
Voy a montar
No correré, no correré,
Voy a montar
No correré, no correré,
nunca más