Из альбома: Accidents Occur Whilst Sleeping
I remember her house and how she undressed me
But Wendy still pretends she don't remember my name
I've tried to find a way inside, sweet December tastes like suicide
I've been changing my mind; the names, dates and places
That is why my answers less than sense makes today
I've tried to...
I ain't leaving 'til I'm done
I want answers, I want answers off someone
We ait's leaving 'til its done, she got answers...
It's nice to think you're missed
That's why I ain't got time for this
A cold hand calls me to bed
I want to go but I'm here instead
Bring it on
Wendy
Turn me on.