Из альбома: What to Do About Them
dread coming home and sitting here all alone
phone's in my hand
underneath it's itching mad
lying all alone
electricity makes me feel so strong
i tried to sit i couldn't stand it
i covered my face up real slow
like running upstairs
dread coming home sitting upstairs alone
hold her in your hands
it's good to wish you could
you can
my face is in my palms
electricity makes her seem so strong
i tried to sit i couldn't stand it
i covered my face up real slow
like running upstairs
running straight home
there is no one there
you can hide running upstairs