Cold linoleum just seems to amplify Every sob, every sound, every sigh Down at the bus station waiting for the red eye Tears of a stranger no method to this madness No proof of sadness Do you steer clear Or do you turn around
Home's waiting like a motherless child From the chaos we're thrown into the wild In an instant it could all go away Or we could choose to keep holding on to the pain
Do you steer clear Wide glances in the cracked and dirty mirrors One last time Console the town and their future As it slides awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
