Carry On (Acoustic)

Well I woke up to the sound of silence The cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you with a bottle of wine Your head in the curtains and heart like the fourth of July You swore and said, we are not We are not shining stars This I

it's casting a silhouette as the shadow hits the wall, it's bearing a burden of what we had before, i'm slowly weakening, i'm crashing out, i'm holding on as we fall down. carry on this isn't over, what was i thinking of? i was out of line, and i wou