A minor novelty Worn, torn, and draped with comedy Perched up high upon your shelf All tense and no sense for oneself
To no applause To stand on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home
A faint silhouette Mismatched against a different palette Lost amongst the cast and crew All tense and no sense, who knew?
To no applause To stand on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home
I will rearrange the room to suit my view I will rearrange the stage to suit my view And I won′t continue to break, bend, or shape for you no more And I won't continue to break, bend, or shape anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
