Pictures on the white walls Black mold on the ceiling There’s a man cross the street Who looks in at me And when you call in the evening There’s an old light lingering Around everything
Wanted to tell you Something small and stupid But I couldn’t remember When I saw your face As I rounded the corner It smelled like piss and garbage Fifth and avenue A
Don’t want to get used to How it feels to hold you Want to lose the desire To hold anything at all As the crosswalk counts down Flashing orangе in the rain Crossing over Canal
Well I bеtter get home I’ve got work to do But I don’t have to do it If you wanna come too Cause I get so tired Always running around Keeping track of the time And I want to slip into That Fragile Plane Where I exist without a body or name And you meet me there For a moment Before we return to my room With pictures on the white walls And black mold on the ceiling And an old light lingering Around everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
