Too much patience, no resistance, within shouting distance you can hear a blind man's bluff, dragging names through the mud and still bitting his tongue, the devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers, while the rubbernecks all eat their fill
Tell me, tell me a story, tell me not to worry or pick up the phone, so turning, turning a deaf ear, so that I don't hear them throwing stone
Too much hogwash, not enough hearsay, always made the front page, you could use a fine tooth comb to get a word from the wise, would be a welcome surprise, keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound of the failures that make me whole
Tell me, tell me a story, tell me not to worry or pick up the phone, so turning, turning a deaf ear, so that I don't hear them throwing stone
These walls don't talk, even when somebody knocks, these walls don't stand for anyone else but themselves, these walls don't fall, even when gravity's failing us all
Tell me, tell me a story, tell me not to worry or pick up the phone, so turning, turning a deaf ear, so that I don't hear them throwing stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
