Из альбома: Act One EP
This is three weekends in a row
That I’ve been sitting at home
Not going out at all
Sometimes I get the feeling
It’s how it’s gonna be for the rest of me
It's like a cigarette to pass time by
It's like ???? falls and you ask why
Why ask why we're here
And you are gone
You are gone
And that's a story I can't write
A story I can’t write
A story I can’t write
A song I can’t sing
A battle that I just can’t find
A story I can’t write
A story where you be here
You and I
And everyone would know
And sometimes I see some friends around town