When the A-side plays and it spins and sways and it sounds like thunder There is no one to blame, you're missing names with missing numbers When all the beaches burn and you jump from the spine, will you judge the cover? Will you write our names where the pavements laid that our bones are under? Party directions into a grave
We're lost No one is laughing We are lost No one is laughing We are lost And no one is laughing In the halls of shame
When the B-side stops and the needle drops til it says what band And it makes that noise like a private cry when the silence fades And you wrote our names with a stick in the street with your fucked up hand As your eyes turned black, your mascara ran screaming, “I was here” Well you sort of were and you sort of weren't here
We're lost No one is laughing We are lost No one is laughing We are lost And no one is laughing We are lost And no one is laughing In the halls of shameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
