He didn't hit the breaks before he glanced upon the meter Each mile a brilliant monument to every time she cheated And arguments and Parliaments helped to pack his bags tonight So he left at 10 and waited for a sign
The cigarette butt in his lips was hanging on for life It fell into his lap although he just ignored the fire And the radio played faithful songs that made him cry again So he took something that took that pain away
And the time he left, is still unknown And he will pray for answers nobody will know And the time he left, is still unknown Yet we're regretful to mark this man unknown
It was dark and empty as his car filled up with gas His heart strapped in a seatbelt, and his head in broken glass With his finger on the trigger, he wept, "I guess I'm coming home" While the bloody seat stayed quiet and alone
And the time he left is still unknown As he will pray for answers nobody will know But the time of death is marked unknown As they all claim that this disaster was his own
But the time of death is marked unknown The offices claim this disaster was his own And the time of death is marked unknown So mark him, unknown
But the time of death is marked unknown The offices claim this disaster was his own And the time of death is marked unknown So mark him, mark him, unknownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
