Wolves Of The East Coast Lyrics & Chords By Pk

I was eight years old, running with a dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick, steer as we drove through town ...read more

Heart beats on the fault line Of love and doubt and wasted time I'm not here to show you up, Break you down or change your mind There's nothing we haven't burned But still...read more

Well, the fire city call to the hot summer night in the distant sirens' scream. Kids on the street don't think about nothin', just livin' out some crazy dream. On the front...read more

The wind's in the sky And the blue's in the ocean The thoughts in my mind Sending me into motion I could fly or I could fall But to never have tried at all Scares me more...read more

I know ashes slowly burn But every fool has a lesson that's hard to learn It's a desperate plea but I must say Oh God, help me make it just one more day There's a glass on the...read more