Из альбома: Residents
They say that outside
The past is not right
It only paints shades of the wind
The distance kills the ghosts
That weaken their hosts
I pray that I will shed this skin
When I walk out
(I'm leaving town)
I’m leaving town
(I'm leaving town)
I’ll leave them behind
These damned ways of mine
They keep me chained to remains
Of a boy so lost
By his deepest inner thoughts
The home you once knew has lost its name
When he walked out
I’m leaving town