Winning The Lottery Lyrics & Chords By Chris Koza

you can test a lot of waters before finding the shore
I want to make sure that I know what I going there for
and give a lot before getting anything in return
your love's a strict principle; I've got a whole lot to learn
sweet thorn in my side
stay right where you are
bleeding me dry
taking what's yours and making it mine to save
somewhere out of time
things can't get much better til the get much worse
some people call this a life, some people call this curse
some people stock their shelves with lies and closets with skeletons
but we're all made of bones; we're all wearing skin
you can't collect every old stone that's been cast
some hearts are made out of walls some are made out glass
put your hand into the fire once more if you must
burn it to ashes, burn it to dust