A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high Sanity painted her mask on all the way across town A compact frown projected on a retina upside down
You're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck Swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck Your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck And then good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck
A lock with a key in it that ain't turning Smoke filling up behind a door, a fire with the purpose of being ignored A body slipping into disease, quietly making that choice While the joy drains out of a voice
You're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck Swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck Your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck And then good luck, good luck, good luck, good luckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
