Iron
NICK ROTTEVEEL, ADAM RICHARD WILES
Love the way I feel, streets replaced with fields.
Wide awake in here, you shine.
Ran away from goals, left you in the cold.
Nothing's in our way tonight.
You know that you'll never be replaced.
And everyone here made the same mistakes as me.
And either way our time won't go to waste
Our hearts will never be the same again.
Our hearts will never be the same again.
Our hearts will never be the same again.
