More times than five I've been right here by your side Still Wondering....Where did you go? Walk down the hall in a mental menacle Don't want to be 'round When you take yourself out
But I have more vigor than this Step to the plate to swing and miss And it's a complicated life When "how you live, is how you die"
Looks like your soul is connected to the wall A photograph stands by the bed Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine But lived the next day...and put the Malice away
That's when I noticed the drip Ignored the line that didn't skip It seemed the blue suburban sky turned to gray, polluted night
So now you sleep inside the space. A bed of roses, the thorns are placed
No more sleepless nights just for me But as for you, a memory. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
