Dan Auerbach. Keep It Hid. Heartbroken, In Disrepair. Zeneszám

There is no light, there is no charm
All my belongings, I hold in one armU
nder the bridge, asleep in the shade
All of the terrible choices that I made

Searching for light, gasping for air
Heartbroken, in disrepair

God may forgive me, but that?s not enough?

Cause I gotta live with myself, till I?m dust
Just walk on by, if we pass on the street
Sometimes in battle, it?s best to retreat

Searching for light, gasping for air
Heartbroken, in disrepair