Il testo della Caught with a smoking gun

Leaves may fall but branches always
Stay intact
When routine becomes excitement
You disappear
Imagine a place where you can mend your broken dreams
One more day or once a week

Mom i'm sorry i have gone and
Let you down
Dad i'm sorry i have broke my
Bond with you
Using discretion only to scratch the surface
One more day or once a week

Ashes to ashes we fall down
Worth living underground
I can't ignore the signs
I can't forgive this time