These streets are deserted Black asphalt and rain Behind the drawn curtains the homes look the same I've been here too long and I don`t belong No one cares about the man whose head hangs down No one hears the cries of the man about to drown This town is soaked in silence A quiet threat of violence And here I am By the river I'm down by the river I stand by the water with the light of the moon A road made of silver Am I leaving too soon? I've been here too long and I don't belong No one cares…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
