There’s a road in the rain littered with clouds but I’m dry as your cheek as you led me out how lonely I feel
toss me aside like broken glass or a cellophane wrapper around a cigarette pack how lonely I feel
and it’s too late it’s a sad fate black as a funeral line
and there’s a dead bird lying the dust you turned your head in disgust
said I was happy in the San Andreas fault but the crack in my voice might say it all how lonely I feel
and it’s too late it’s a sad fate black as a funeral line
and there’s a dead bird lying in the dust you turned your head in disgustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.