We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

A blue truck in a cul-de-sac
Late at night I couldn’t sleep
That’s my earliest memory.
I don’t think that it’s right,
But I still think about it sometimes late at night

And it’s obscene
For a girl of nineteen
Not to have a dream.
(She didn’t have a dream!)
It’s more than sad:
It’s routine.

That’s how it’s always been.

We can’t be whatever we want to be,
We’re not born with unlimited choices.
I was born to tell you how to give up
And you wore born to take it.

In a perfect world, I’d know who I am and how to become it.
you have a calling: You're a failure.
If you was born to paint, it’s your job to be a painter.

A blue truck in a cul-de-sac
Late at night I couldn’t sleep
That’s my earliest memory.
I don’t think that it’s right,
But I still think about it sometimes late at night.

Who the fuck gave up on you?

We can’t be whatever we want to be,
We’re not born with unlimited choices.
I was born to tell you how to give up
And you wore born to take it.

In a perfect world, I’d know who I am and how to become it.
you have a calling: You're a failure.
If you was born to paint, it’s your job to be a painter.

April, where’s your halo?
Dead-Eyes says you’ll never quit
I think you’re dumb enough to believe in him.

You said what I said but worse,
You felt it stronger but I felt it first.
I felt it first.

credits

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Air Combat Vancouver, British Columbia

Air Combat is the product of successes, failures, hopes, fears and dreams. The result of a stubborn refusal to give into obstacles and the tendency to always come back swinging.

contact / help

Contact Air Combat

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

Air Combat recommends:

If you like Air Combat, you may also like: