if i could wipe the grime away i'd leave the rest just the same i'd find a way to skew what's left to make it seem it's for the best could never, could never see (the seams that needed stitching) could never, could never see (there's something that's been missing)
we march in step, walk straight in line we march in step, our hands are tied
was there a sieve they could trickle through and out the other side they'd be someone new was there a sieve they could trickle through they could drip and drip, few by few
and i've been wishing it ever since that i could be the one convinced
that it wouldn't just repeat itself don't want their lot in life
how do you expect us not to blame ourselves was there nothing else, was there nothing else
that it wouldn't just repeat itself don't want their lot in life
how do you expect us not to blame ourselves was there nothing else, was there nothing else
and all the echoes in my head they keep me from believing again they ripple back and forth preventing me from ever wanting more
a broken home splintered in four that day i spoke alone when i thought that we'd be okayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
