Letra Packed More Trunks Than The Jersey Mob de Rory original

There's no turning back from here
So many unfamiliar faces
This fright train is running off the track

Hey mister can you help me?
I seem to have lost
My way back home
There's no more taking chances
Embrace the ghost and kill this doubt
You can devour your demons
But they'll never let you go

There's no turning back from here
I'm leaving and I'm never coming back again
This gun is cocked
And suited with a bullet
Called regret

A million channels on the tv
All reruns of past mistakes
The static neither fact nor fiction

It's my excuse to get some sleep
Pulse racing I can feel the tension
Sweat dripping as it cuts across my brow
How hollow can a person feel?

There's no turning back from here
I'm leaving
And I'm never coming back again
This gun is cocked
And suited with a bullet
Called regret

How can you mean all those things you said
The lies that you told?
The blood has been washed off my hands
By the grace you've shown