Из альбома: Supply and Depend
Humming the tune to keep the chattering voice out
While running to where they're smoking and drinking in the treehouse
And then find your way home
And then find your way home
Immortals with no morals and no hang ups
Yeah, you just want to get drunk and get fucked.. up again
And then find the way home
And then find the way home
Always clumsy at the post bank
Lost in foreign land
I'm begging in a language that no one understands
And I would have dropped a quarter when I got back to the states
But the mornings almost over and I guess I missed the wake
Well, I missed you.
More insight.
On with life.
More insight.
On with life.
Well I get more insight,
on with life.
More insight.
On with life.
And I won't let it bring me down.
And I won't let it bring me down.
And I won't let it bring me down.
I know i'm never gonna see you again.
But i'm thankful for the time that we spent.
And every time I lose a friend, I lose another layer of my armor.
I know i'm never gonna see you again.
But i'm thankful for the time that we spent.
And every time I lose a friend, I lose another layer of my armor.