It’s getting late too late in the day, for this to be undone. I rise and fall between the walls. I am the setting sun. Sat across looking down, all of my failures tonight surround me. I just can’t seem to get it right, what became of our warm lit winter nights? This club is cold but the show was fun and so was I but not for long. I guess I’m never home, tours never done. I’m no good for you, I’m no good for anyone. Tragic I drink to bad pop songs. And you were watching me, do you ever think of me baby? And do you remember when I’d call you that and you’d call it back? You would call me it back. I breathe out the past and in the air, the truth is that it’s better here. If anything it’s easier that I don’t miss you, I just miss the way you were. Behind your eyes once sit fire. “It’s not you but what you represent I miss, youth slipping from my finger tips.” Well you’ve got it- We’re Immortal and miserable. We never grow old and never grow up.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
