Текст песни Hudson and Troop - Tame

Staring down the bottom of another pint

Twelve rounds down, such and ugly fight

Up against the ropes, lost all notion of hope

Some call it normal, some call it insane

Some call on the doctor to numb the pain,

The animals are stirring, pretend that theyre tame.

Here comes that familiar feeling again

I wear it on my sleeve such a visible stain.

Holding onto air I wont feed the flame

Here comes that familiar feeling again.

I couldn't tell it wasn't a test

You loaded that gun and aimed it straight at my chest

The airs getting thin, screaming out from within

These broken thoughts, stir endlessly

I recognise the pity staring right back at me

Like you drifted in, you now leave with the breeze

Trying every treatment can't shake this disease

Here comes that familiar feeling again

Wear it on my sleeve, such a visable stain

Holding onto air I wont feed the flame

Standing in my childhood neighbourhood lane

Thinking of you, it wont be the same

Here comes that familiar feeling again