What do you expect from me After these takes, after this What do you dream In the afternoon I’ll never know What’s in your head
Out past the cars on the railway Out past the city’s finery We see our breath and connection Underneath these gravel lines
You You stole a page from the blanks How do you weigh All of our fears
Typical Isn’t it typical For someone like me To invite you in
We took a drive in the country Your photographs were never mine Slapped in the face by the questions Posed by these gravel lines
Out past the cars on the railway Out past the city’s finery We see our breath and connection Underneath these gravel linesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
