Testi:
Usher David Morning Orbit

You came apart on me last Sunday morning Chocked and indicted by the truth And it's always tough when there's never enough Of the good things coming

Something ugly this way comes Through my fingers sliding inside All these blessings all these burns I'm godless underneath your cover Search for pleasure

Turn me out then turn me on Pretty flower can you tell me what's become of who we are Only asking what you'd like tonight Well take America Just shake

Well I woke up last night in a technology haze My eyes were all sparked From this common malaise So I found me a doctor who said he'd even me out Take

High above your atmosphere Do they all still cheer for who they think we are And once more past the sun again Feelings sinking in I think we've gone

Somethin' ugly this way comes through my fingers slidin' inside All these blessin's, all these burns, I'm godless underneath your cover Search for pleasure

You had to lose A funny thing the part we can't play I'd love to offer you with all the blame But now we have to choose Another round for all my friends

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we can make a deal Maybe together, we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero, got

You came apart on me last Sunday morning Chocked and indicted by the truth And it's always tough when there's never enough Of the good things coming