Two hours 'til doors With my patience running short I am shaking in my seat As I grind my fucking teeth And I am waiting for the day When no one is concerned So excuse me if I may This is how we spread the word Seconds from the stage Now we count in one, two, three Now it's time to stop the hate This is where you want to be CHORUS: Now I'm red, I'm out of breath Feel the music through your feet A shot of light, I see the eyes What a perfect way to meet Now's the time to move We've got noth (guitaretab.com)
