Sometimes i'm invisible I'm nowhere to be seen Kick like a tin can in the shape of a man Try so hard to break in so i can brust out Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt
I've got a chronic disorder I'm balanced between The edge of a razor Trying to cut clean I've got my eyes on the road I'm trying to keep steady I've got my hands on the wheel I feel i'm nearly ready
Hope that me who's dreaming And that's not me who's screaming Want to wake up warm In a tattered down tarn Still for all the killing There's nobody winning I want to spit it out I want to scream and shout
Lying in the gutter I heard someone mutter We'll creep in the shadows Trying to get home Like the swing in the see-saw Hard to keep steady With some rearranging I feel i'm nearly ready
Sometimes i'm invisible I'm nowhere to be seen Kick like a tin can into a sugarade man Hope that me who's dreaming And that's not me who's screaming Want to wake up warm In a tattered down tarn Lying in the gutter I heard someone mutter We'll creep in the shadows Trying to get home I've got my eyes on the road I'm trying to keep steady I've got my hands on the wheel I feel i'm nearly readyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
