House is empty windows are broke out Flames are shootin' out my mind Trains rollin' down a derailed path Night air is cold, looks pitch black Hands on Hands on the clock, now reached twelve Hands on
I'm unsettled, and scared as hell
Dirthouse appears and shape and form Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song for me
Dogs in the yard, Barkin' at a stranger Hand and knee I don't believe it's that easy to walk on in Situation I've been in for so long So long have I been runnin' away, So long
In this house I was meant to stay
Dirthouse appears and shape and form Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song for me, Yeah
Deep in the heart of a memory Lies a connection few can see Sun comes out breathes on your back Hands unleashed, Oh the attack Hands on Hands on the clock, that's now reached twelve Hands on
I'm unsettled, and scared as hell
Dirthouse appears and shape and form Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song Dirthouse appears and shape and form Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song for me, YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
