The silver lines stretch on ahead No control of where they go I catch a glimpse of what's beyond the trees All these people staring back at me
When you're lost like me No way to run Stuck in a job You must stop and think there are better things outside
I waste my time like I'm supposed to do I must work and I must die A funny thought then occurs to me Is this really what we must rely on?
When you're lost like me No way to run Stuck in a job You must stop and think there are better things outsideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
