Downtown Vancouver, digging through your bag. Ripping out the pages of the local music-mag. You missed the show last summer, but now you’ve got your chance. They’re playing at the railway with another emo band. I’m ambitious when giving up. Never thinking clear enough. But we’re not Elvis anymore. We’re not Frankie in his wild years. We’re not Tina’s glorious comeback. We’re not us, we’re not us. Sold my soul the devil for nice penmanship and now I write real pretty but I’m starting to regret it. If all this was easy, it wouldn’t matter how it ends. I’m ambitious when giving up. Never thinking clear enough. But we’re not Elvis anymore. We’re not Frankie in his wild years. We’re not Tina’s glorious comeback. We’re not us, we’re not us. We’re not us anymore, we’re not us. We’re not us anymore, we’re not us.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
