Knock Knock versuri

Versuri Stoned Statues – Knock Knock lyrics

I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it
Knocking on my door, but you’re still a’ fucking fraid of it
You keep knocking and the words keeps coming
Feel my burning flame, we will never be the same!

So let me burn and spread my ashes
In a place where I can handle
The pain that we’re all carrying
The pain we’re all left with

And when our time is over here
And all the things we’ve known
I hope this place can
Learn and grow

I’m starting to let go
I’m starting to lose control

I’m starting to let go
I’m starting to lose control

I’m starting to let go
I’m starting to lose control
I’m starting to lose control
I’m starting to lose control

I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it
Knocking on my door, but you’re still a’ fucking fraid of it
You keep knocking and the words keeps coming
Feel my burning flame, we will never be the same!
Feel my burning flame, we will never be the same!

You started first, I tried to ignore
Still you’re shooting for more
‘cause the pain that you’re holding
Is the pain you’re left with

I know it always takes two
To realize what we go through
No right answers there
Just try to let go

I’m starting to let go
I’m starting to lose control

I’m starting to let go
I’m starting to lose control

I’m starting to let go
I’m starting to lose control
I’m starting to lose control
I’m starting to lose control

I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it
Knocking on my door, but you’re still a’ fucking fraid of it
You keep knocking and the words keeps coming
Feel my burning flame, we will never be the same!

I have a feeling that I’m gonna get a hold of it
Slamming on the door but I don’t know what to take from it
You keep pushing and the world keeps turning
Like rats in a cage we are trapped in our ways

Knock knock knock
I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it
Knock knock knock
I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it
Knock knock knock
I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it
Knock knock knock
I have a fist in my pocket with your name on it

I have a feeling that I’m gonna get a hold of it
Slamming on the door but I don’t know what to take from it
You keep pushing and the world keeps turning
Like rats in a cage we are trapped in our ways