Stroke 9 - Duality Of Man

That's all she wrote
I think that's all she said
Her heart's like a barren wasteland
In the city of the dead

If it's a game of love roulette
Can you loan me twenty bills?
This broken heart will end us both
It's the little things that kill
When you're

Going down the road
Hoping one day you arrive
The story won't write itself tonight
Now it's your turn to drive

Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin
And it cuts me where I live
I sold my soul long ago
And now it ain't mine to give

A kiss is worth a thousand words
So ask me if I care (Ask me if I care)
It's not the cracks that shook the world
But the seams that fixed the tears

There's a time I knew directions home
And I knew just where I'd been
But it's high time, love, that we grew up
Before the flood kicks in
And I'm

Going down the road
Hoping one day I arrive
The story won't write itself tonight
Now it's my turn to drive

Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin
And it cuts me where I live
I sold my soul long ago
And now it ain't mine to give

A host of angels won't stop the fall
I'm a charity case or nothing at all
Look around, the dark abounds
And I'm falling once again
And I'm

Going down the road
Hoping one day you arrive
The story won't write itself tonight
Now it's your turn to drive

Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin
And it cuts me where I live
I sold my soul long ago
And now it ain't mine to give

I sold my soul long ago
And now it ain't mine to give