30 acessos
I lose some sales
And my boss won't be happy
But i can't stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices blended in perfection
From the reels of this record that i found
Every day there's a boy in the mirror
Asking me
What are you doing here
Finding more that previous motifs
Growing increasingly unclear
I travelled far and i burned all the bridges
I belived as sooned as i hit land
All the other
Options held before me
Wither in the light of my plan
So i lose some sales
And my boss won't be happy
But there's only one thing on my mind
Searching boxes underneath the counter
On a chance that on a tape i'd find
A song for
Someone who needs somewhere
To long for
Homesick
Cause i no longer know
Where home is