I'm gonna walk these streets Of cold concrete Like I'm a ghost Searching for its grave
Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake And descend into the city That holds no place for me
But the streets With no stir of life And all the houses on the streets Are wholly submerged
Then I'll gather the leaves from cell phone trees And return them To their place And pretend someone's calling for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.