a moving target

You need a spell to stop me My heart is a moving target But i still love you...

Make a joke and laugh about it Feel like you're a moving target Wish all this had never started

I only wish I could fall in A moving target in a firing range Somewhere I'm not scatterbrain

A four-headed dragon You take your bearings with radars I'm like a moving target Sharpened teeth

I'm on my toes 'cause heaven knows A moving target's hard to hit

All I see is static on the set I'm starting to feel like a moving target I could run but it's too late

the picture is back on in your child-mom's arse I drank a bit too much and I face-planted myself a drum is a moving target but still, I managed to hit it those who don't like me, roll around in your own shit!

OH-OH-OH-OH-OH CHANGES IN MY LIFE Take aim at a moving target The peace of the high noon

just a chemistry Its a lock and key A moving target and a place to be

Iʼm going to do next Rolling straight down to hell A moving target in the air Did you know we got

but you're too vulnerable and if I even try to disappear, you find me, I don't know how I am a moving target

Tryna fill a hole while running a race Leaves an even bigger empty space But a moving target is harder to kill Never was one for taking it easy or standing still

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh changes in my life Aiming at a moving target The stillness of a noon in flames

kept falling asleep and waking up Broken dream, her image passed by in the night Disappearing like a moving target

It is the fire that lights itself But it burns with a restless flame The arrow on a moving target The archer must be sure of his aim

Checking out the state of the nation Learning the environmental blues Truth is after all a moving target Hairs to split, and pieces that don’t fit

Sticking out of every barrel cold as steel And in this fight you started, I'm a moving target And I'm sick of running, but the pain keeps coming

Now I know, that there is only one exit I feel like a moving target in a street fight I fold my fingers into a fist, I don't surrender

A moving target I hide in the changing room Before the game begins, tell me Do you want to eat me?

Can you relate to what I'm going through? How much farther will I get? Man, I feel like such a moving target How many times will I slip before I find it?