Longing for the times you were escaping from Unable to tell what lies beneath Searching for your alibis, holding onto foolish lies There's nothing dirtier than loneliness And I'm pretty fucking lonely man
Tell me how youre feeling Or else i'll never know how youre really feeling Stupid mugs and coffee beans, but you say you don't drink caffeine There's nothing left in this world that I can't live through
(weak whistling)
Dude I learned all the answers in the backroom of the arcade Foolishly employing my backwards sense of duty
And I've seen everything change, For the better, for the worse, I can't complain And I've seen everything change For the better, for the worse, I can't complain I can't complainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
