The fossils of my footsteps Will be unearthed at a far-off date unknown Impressed in concrete from walking home alone After walking you home And the mops of greasy hair Will romanticize my despair But they won't know That I didn't care
I liked the silence I liked the empty streets Crawl down 'em on hands and knees in a heartbeat If I had to I owe them that, at the very least
The map had faded out But I could've sworn I noted every stride I guess the rain hit before the ink could dry And where I thought I'd be Was not what I perceived Assessing the progress From beneath your sheets
That's why I need the silence I need the empty streets Just as bad as they don't need me It's a sick, sad sham of a marriage But it's all there is And it's all I need
I can be everything you need If you make me I can be every crack in your concrete If you let me off easy I can be easily deceived If you want that But you are the ember of my heart Whether you like that or notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
