It's been 20,000 days since the best ones Hotels, plastic sheets, tasteless food, dialysis machines The telephone hasn't rung since April Staring windows, ballroom jokes, respirators, kidney stones
Neon skies open up three Saturdays a month The air in Uptown swells, your window panes can go to hell
Slow summer, walking through a bad neighborhood Toothless smiles renew ventricles The radio is live, listeners Listeners have found their reason
The phone hasn't rung since April The music turns alone Phone hasn't rung since April The music turns alone
Alone, alone, alone Into homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
