Из альбома: Outbursts
Hey, come with me run away
I’ll be the clouds you be the rain
Hey, we’ll find another way
I’ll help take away all your pain
Most people have most things these days
Hey, today’s a brand new day
Bubbles in bottles to celebrate
Hey, we fell off all the rails
North wind taken away our sails
Most people have most things these days
They think it's all apocolips
Hey, seen a personal eclipse
Silhouette sister or a witch
They think it’s all apocolips
Turn it off, flick of a switch
Most people have most things these days
Flowers by the roadside is all that is left
You can fill your hands, fill your pockets before your last breath
Clap your hands get on your knees in a dead man’s shoes
Only one thing’s for certain, that you can’t choose
Most people have most things these days
Flowers by the roadside is all that is left
You can fill your hands, fill your pockets before your last breath
Clap your hands get on your knees in a dead man’s shoes
Only one thing’s for certain, that you can’t choose
They think it's all apocolips