Disillusioned others Weak in the knees Empty your pockets There's nothing to see Calling all angels I've stalled on the rails Held myself hostage Classical male Sudden turn for the worst Turn the dial past zero Till nothing hurts But that never works
Static on the landline Turns into message Oddly specific Why was I mentioned Saccade twitches Slow down and there's one scene persistent Nothing is hidden Nothing is missing
Sympathy Wasn't really what it was cracked up to be Out of hundreds of visions We only choose three I've grown fond of retreats Solo, it's only me on this beach
Somewhere behind me I hear someone breathe I want to consider things differently Run with the crowd Just to see where they meet It's in the sea Catch you later I've got somewhere else to be
Sympathy Wasn't really what it was cracked up to be Out of hundreds of visions We only choose three I've grown fond of retreats Solo, it's only me on this beachTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
