Buried Guns

I said that I need this place As I hold your face The color's not gray And come with me now You call me your friend You show me this place But I've been disgraced And I'm not sure I won't be round in the end my love I won't be round in the end my love Yes you, it's always the truth You're showing your roots And you need this place And come with me now I see you in town Wearing your gowns And I'm such a clown And, I know your face I know your face I know your face I'm not sure I'm not sure I'm not sure I'm not sure This is bad, as it's been when you're not with me This is bad, as it's been, be sure to miss me If you see it through You can see it through If you see it through I said that I need this place As I hold your face The color's not gray Come with me now I won't be round in the end I won't be round in the end I won't be round in the end my love And I won't be round in the end my love And I won't be round in the end my love I won't be round in the end my love I won't be there for And I won't be there for