We were drinking, yeah we started drinking, round two And the air was so heavy, yeah the air was heavy, with hopes it couldn't fulfil This is as good as it gets Hope is all we have left The pilot plays, can't hear a sound All my optimism's drowned
Yeah I'm drowned I'm drowned and I don't know why
The cicadas, yeah the cicadas, are ringing in my ears Awake from hibernation and singing from frustration about being locked up all year
Like a chapter, a concluding chapter, that sinks you with its hooks You know this little city looks like a city I read about in booksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
