Helicopters

All the days in a line darlin'

All the days when the rain's fallin'

We got a problem

Through nights of helicopters

Sometimes you scream softer

We got a problemThese eyes that you run from

I know it's a cold road

I hope you can let it go once you've been

Shot in the back by a friendIt's no joke, you can play on me

No game to control sickly

I'm not who you want me to be

I wish there were more than this

But I know what the real truth is

I've got a problemThese eyes that you run from

I know it's a cold road

I hope you can let it go once you've been

Shot in the back by a friendThese eyes that you run from

I know it's a cold road

I hope you can let it go once you've been

Shot in the back by a friendOnce you've been

Shot in the back and lived