I can't think Someone's sitting right in front of me I need some personal space Alright, alright, alright, alright.
Souls, keeping my fingers crossed They'll get me out of this place Alright, alright, alright, alright.
Licking gasoline off the walls and the floor Only two lit sirens, but I'm looking for more I've got a stack I'm placing, dried hands are made For someone ready to hold my hand.
All the love in the miserable songs, turning things I remember a story about a family tree But I can't recall just how that story ends But I can pretend, pretend, pretend .
I can't think Someone's sitting right in front of me I need my personal space Alright, alright, alright, alright.
Souls, keeping my fingers crossed They'll get me out of this place Alright, alright, alright, alright.
I can't think Someone's sitting right in front of me I need my personal space Alright, alright, alright, alright.
Souls, keeping my fingers crossed They'll get me out of this place Alright, alright, alright, alright.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
