Always looking through Frosted windows at you Silhouettes of falling stars That shattered windshields Of passing cars So why's it so hard to believe That people look like they do in magazines They're out there somewhere On starless nights Have a little faith They're right there on the page They're calling your name
It's not safe here anymore In this convenience store wherе I was born The air was cold and pure The candy shined Fluorescent candlelight burned through the night And if the rain comes and washed it all to sea Leaving only my magazines and me The world dissolves We stay the same Static on a page And even if it fades It's still calling your nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.