On The Shoulder - Smoking Popes

My life passes me on the shoulder

And leaves me nowhere

I know a place that I can go

Please take me there

That voice says, «Take it to the bridge.»

I’m falling, falling

And when I almost lose my grip

That voice keeps calling

Day in, I’m out of patience

Punch in, day out

I’m wasting my time

I know what I want

Stand up and it’s mine, mine, mine

I slide my hand around the back of your neck

You tell me you love me

And sing with me