Empty of a point or view, desolate And here's the thing: it's nothing new Shine me up nice Shake off the dust Your god sees my friends more than me
Eyes red and black flickering in the moon I won't see you now, I doubt (don't think) I'll see you soon Watch movies in a dimly lit room
It'll be bright Like the check engine light That burns through my head When it's 3am and I'm thinking of you again
With the thoughts so loud That I can't pretend To accept the ones I've lost
Bright, like the check engine light That burns through my head When it's 3am and I'm thinking of you again Like the check engine light That burns through my head When it's 3am and I'm thinking of you again
How much did it cost to suspend yourself in simple air? And did you even care?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.