There's always music playing near the fountains And I don't think I've ever seen the band The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard With their kids and plastic bags in either hand
All this waiting and no one is calling out The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown
There are speakers on a pole in every corner The wires go unchecked for days and days Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray
All this waiting and no one is calling out The sound of footsteps makes room tones fade and drown Like reveille at dawn to me, the floor is shaking All this waiting and no one is calling out
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, No relationship No escape and only one to miss There's the Fisher plot off highway twenty two It overlooks the road from raised ground
Seven stones they stand on city limits with their backs to the town No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it. It's how they wanted to be found
No escape, no relationship
I know I'm small-time, I know this city's mind, I've seen some places So what I take and what I leave are one the same (one and the same) They're nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
