The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
The Briggs (Band)
Take a bow, collect all your pumps and praise
Like a bomb, you turn the night into day
I wanna sing all the things my mind forgets
But the words don?t escape my mouth
Occupied by this cigarette
Yesterday, I thought it couldn?t get much worse
Until I woke up this morning
I hoped to sleep until this chaos was gone
So don?t wait for me, it?s time to move on
Carry on, carry on to where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, we have to let go
Carry on, carry on to where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, carry on
The moon hides behind the clouds
The foothills don?t make a sound
The clock's tired arms continue to spin round
I hold my breath under this ocean of silence
'Til I put an end to this mind of violence
Carry on, carry on to where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, we have to let go
Carry on, carry on to where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, carry on
Carry on, carry on to where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, we have to let go
Carry on, carry on to where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, carry on
Molly was produced by Joe Gittleman.