Dry cicada shells Move in the wind like you have bones Walk on the road Wait for the cars, don't get hit You sit and heal my hand I know you've had trouble sleeping Isn't that always the way? All my friends are the same
They sing, "What would I do for an ear or two?" I'm alone in suburbia, alone just like you While the back door's swinging, no one wants to talk So when the going gets tough, I dream of New York I saw it on the TV, looks alright to me
I'm not alone I know I'm not alone I'm not alone
Dry cicada shell Why did you stay home again? You know they're waiting for you But I guess you were just waiting too
What would I do for a drink or two? Something to drown out all the words I should use While my right hand's swinging into the back of your head I knew at that moment, I should've stayed home in bed But when the going gets tough, I don't get embarrassed I just close my dead eyes and I'll dream of Paris I saw it on the TV, looks alright to me
I'm not alone I know I'm not alone I'm not alone
The oldest of two, but the youngest at heart You can trace my align in the black tire marks Or out on the gutter where my head caved in Or behind the tattoo shop, if you wanna hide your skin I'm not ashamed, no, I'm not embarrassed Well, some of us won't make it to New York or Paris I made my own here at home
Got it all wrong, stuck out in space Watching the earth turn, like a disappointed face There's a boy in my bed, he keeps pointing at Hell And I know that he means it, and you know as well Me and you
If I can't fix the world, I'll fix you If I can't fix the world, I'll fix youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.