Missing Targets - Rare Americans

Taking chances as life goes by

Looking for the one, a beautiful evil smile

That evil smile

Craving silence, while shooting a gun

Missing targets I have never got a bullet in one

No, not in a one

Looking for someone, will we decide this night?

What if the answer, won’t be quite right?

No, it doesn’t feel right, will it ever be?

No, it doesn’t feel right, will it ever be?

Another morning, sun is not out yet

Don’t really want you anymore but you’re still in my bed

In my fucking bed

Sweet perfume and lipstick red

It wasn’t quite right, decisions, regrets

No regrets

Looking for someone, will we decide this night?

What if the answer, won’t be quite right?

No, it doesn’t feel right, will it ever be?

No, it doesn’t feel right, will it ever be?

Craving silence while shooting a gun

Missing targets I’ve never got a bullet in one

Not in a one

Looking for someone, will we decide this night?

What if the answer, won’t be quite right?

No, it doesn’t feel right, will it ever be?

No, it doesn’t feel right, will it ever be?