Laughed at people acting their age Making fliers from a magazine page at midnight Paint the town in a black and white blur Try to find a message from her, It's not there
Made it here on your own Brain of gold, heart of stone You've got everything you need to be alone
Finally drank away the stars in your eyes Now you see through the prettiest lies, so ugly Passed out by a telephone pole Underneath a flier for an all ages show There's still hope
Made it here on your own Brain of gold, heart of stone You've got everything you need to be alone Made it here, black and blue Brain of stone, heart of glue I've got everything I need to be with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
