Ooh it's cold I can feel some kinda cold wind blow My eyes are closed I can feel some kinda eerie cold But late at night I look twice Thought I saw someone staring over my, over my shoulder
It's in the room I can feel it in the room Something dead and gone Still somehow it's hanging on I can hear the sounds like it's all around And then I hear it over and over and over Telling me to backtrack this old road To look back at the things I've been told Seems you teach the young by getting old Sometimes you can backtrack your own road
It's in the room I know it's in the room Something I can't really see But somehow it's calling me and calling me and calling me And late at night you better look twice He'll be standing on your shoulder Telling you and me To backtrack this old road To look back at the things that I been told
Seems you teach the young Seems you teach the by getting old Everybody backtrack your own road
Listen to me, listen to me Backtrack your own road Look back at the things Look back at the things that we've been told Backtrack your own road Backtrack your own road Listen to me Listen to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
