Из альбома: Second Flight: Live at the Z7

I put on my usual
Packed a picture for my cubicle
All I can think about is you
I’m still bleedin'
I’m still bleedin'
Took the L to Union Square
Watched the pretty girls comb their hair
They turn away as I turn and stare
But I’m still bleedin'
I’m still bleedin'
These thoughts of pain
Don’t make a sound
They keep us hidden
In the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Took a call from an old, old friend
Out of money, in jail again
I posted bail and took him in
I’m still bleedin'
We’re both bleedin'
These thoughts of pain
Don’t make a sound
They keep us hidden
From the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
We keep with us, these fallen faces

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