All the little faces that make up the sky Will fall and replace us when we die Take it from me, I'm alive Or if not, at least this feels right, to be tied
Coffee-sick and spacing, my car drives itself Down Central, up Harlem, aimless like I'm everywhere I always took care of how I felt Or at least tried to listen well for the bell
The time we've taken has been Every second, a little bit more restless The sounds have always been right there To help me hear myself again
It's you, all you It's you, all you It's you, all you It's you, all you
Back then, my teenage energy Would take a thousand shapes I would wrestle with my wanting Then laugh it off and fill another page
But now it's not back then And my face has hardly changed I would let it happen back then Just gotta do it the same wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
