Из альбома: The Guards Themselves
We're all scared, we're all shy, we're all lost
Don't let it get down into you, and undo you
No one yet can see right through you
I've got a grand vision, marching down the street in millions
But I don't know if it could be, I keep them secrets even from me
Can you hear me calling out your name
Can you hear
Can you hear me calling out your name
Can you hear
Of regrets I have a few, everything I say and do
Of regrets you have a few, everything you say and do