Once upon a Friday Walking barefoot on the highway Ambitions flowing down the storm drain There's a clown in there He's smiling at me Cozy park bench Watch the people head to work Something other than a broken heart is making my chest hurt
Here I sit Like a sentient rock Without a hilltop Facing the wind but unmoved by it all
Heat seeking missile Hits me head-on in the jaw Panic strikes and I run backwards Trapped in a mall Facing the wall What was it called It's on the tip of my tongue On the edge of my seat Hearing a strange sound exit my lungs
Here I sit Like a sentient rock Without a hilltop Facing the wind but unmoved by it allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
