11 acessos
Gosh, it's smoky in this place
Looking hard, I see your face
You are lingering
Coming through in stereo, louder than the radio
You are lingering
Blinded by the LCD and the wrong condoned on our TVs
Are you lingering? You can't bind us with your politics
We won't forget
We can't neglect
We go on and on
We've made our hearts numb to the things that we've ignored
Buried the past, and the pain that we've endured
Feel the groundswell with the blood of one in three
Feel the groundswell