The Stranger'S Six – Letras de Pagan

Our grasp is slowly slipping from relities that's left us dry
A phone call home, a scarlet letter, let her, let her see the other side

[We'll burn a path all of our own
A mile wide with the end unknown] x3

Discard the old gloves weighed by the baggage
of the lives we never wanted to live
Disregard the skeptics they've been clouded by the knowledge
of the doubts which brought down stronger men

[We'll burn a path all of our own
A mile wide with the end unknown] x3

We'll burn a path all of our own
We'll burn a path all of our own
[We'll burn a path all of our own
A mile wide with the end unknown] x2

We'll burn, we'll burn, we'll burn, we will burn x2