6 acessos
I'm in with the shadows
A light on your doorstep
When the streets are cold and quiet
Can you hear me whisper
I don't think you can
Out at the crosswalk
Standing in traffic
My words are white noise
Tune out the static
You don't hear my footstep
I know that you can't
Even when I'm in your sight
I'm out of mine
Maybe I'm vacant by design
Standing on the sidelines
Feeling like the world's blind
Staring through a blank face
Maybe it's a bad sign
Always at the right place at the wrong time
Standing on the sidelines
Waiting for the limelight
Staring through a blank face
Maybe it's a bad sign
Always at the right place at the wrong time
Say that I'm broken
A product defective
A rhyme without reason
And nobody get's it
Cut out of the picture
A letter never sent
My ambition is to have no ambition
This conviction, to live without conviction
A decision to be somebody that you'll never know