i thought again about ya eric. i took a bus past the house i grew up in, but it’s just some walls to keep the warm air in. you’re just a number on a scrap in my pocket, and these allusions to home, they found a place in me too. i used to long for some warm insulation, but i’ve grown accustomed to the cold wind blowing in my room, singing “ooh…”
it’s not a matter of strength that pushes blood through your veins. it’s just a matter of a heart that keeps pumping it, and that’s a matter of another sort. i used to think that one day i’d settle into some place. i used to think i’d find the will to be content. i settled into a dispossession of sentiment. but that’s alright.
i though again about ya eric. i thought i might unfold your number, yeah. i thought i’d hear your voice, i might hear it. i thought about the pain i might put you through. i thought again about ya eric.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
