More songs by Ashley McBryde
Lyrics and translation
Original
You don't wrestle with your demons.
You play with them like a child.
What you sell as independence is just angry, young, and wild.
And finally all the close calls come calling on their debts, and as bad as it is now, this ain't as bad as it'll get.
It's ten to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah, the good part's already good and gone.
Go ahead and raise your hell, 'cause I can't save you from yourself or drive you home.
You know I feel it like a fever.
I know it like a song.
I know how hard the landing is where you're falling from.
Things are pretty shaky and they have been for a while.
All those inches of forgiveness started adding up to miles.
They started adding up to miles. It's ten to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah, the good part's already good and gone.
So go ahead and raise your hell, 'cause I can't save you from yourself or drive you home.
I can't drive you home.
Ooh.
It's ten to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah, the good part's already good and gone.
Go ahead and raise your hell, 'cause I can't save you from yourself or drive you home.
I can't drive you home.
Girl, I can't drive you home.
I can't drive you home.
No, I can't drive you home.
English translation
You don't wrestle with your demons.
You play with them like a child.
What you sell as independence is just angry, young, and wild.
And finally all the close calls come calling on their debts, and as bad as it is now, this ain't as bad as it'll get.
It's ten to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah, the good part's already good and gone.
Go ahead and raise your hell, 'cause I can't save you from yourself or drive you home.
You know I feel it like a fever.
I know it like a song.
I know how hard the landing is where you're falling from.
Things are pretty shaky and they have been for a while.
All those inches of forgiveness started adding up to miles.
They started adding up to miles. It's ten to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah, the good part's already good and gone.
So go ahead and raise your hell, 'cause I can't save you from yourself or drive you home.
I can't drive you home.
Ooh.
It's ten to midnight, Cinderella.
Yeah, the good part's already good and gone.
Go ahead and raise your hell, 'cause I can't save you from yourself or drive you home.
I can't drive you home.
Girl, I can't drive you home.
I can't drive you home.
No, I can't drive you home.