It started with a sandcastle Today washed up my tomorrow But one night the mark was made Seared in your flesh with canola oil
These days are piling up Piling up like bricks Walls blocking off the sun I miss you Oh, call it what you like My shaky memory We knew it from the top We're deep sea
On every bus I take there's an empty seat There's an empty stare in every streetlamp And the city nights are full of colors Colors dormant in the day Trashy light in the sky and a rainbow of grays
The one thing that silence brings These empty-house evenings My dreams are haunted by Ghostly pages that I can't fillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
