Don't come to my room If you've got nothing good to say Can't run me over in a parked car
You're always speaking for sound Tripping over words I know it's habit and you mean well you mean well
One of us is leaving And it won't be me You take my drum and you beat it So it never heals
We know our lines too well We are water tight And all the good thigns that you mean to say they get lost
Don't come to my room When you've got nothing good to say Can't run me over in a parked car A parked car
One of us is leaving And it won't be me You take my drum and you beat it So it never healsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
