Letras:
John Mayer Battle Studies

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been Then you come on crashing in Like the realest thing

Lightning strikes Inside, my chest to keep me up at night Dream of ways To make you understand my pain Clouds of sulfur in the air Bombs are falling

I work in the dead of night When the roads are quiet And no one is around To track my moves Racing the yellow lights To find the gate is open She's waiting

Just when I had you off my head Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed You say you want to try again But I've tried everything but giving

Young and full of running Tell me where has that taken me? Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity? Love is really nothing But a dream that keeps

Now that we are over as the loving kind We'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive Only when we want is not a compromise I'd be pouring tears into

: Who says I can?t get stoned? Turn off the lights and the telephone Me and my house alone Who says I can?t get stoned? Who says I can?t be free? From

: I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees asked the lord for mercy, said help me if

: I work in the dead of night When the roads are quiet No one is around To track my moves Race in the end of lights To find the gate is open She's waiting