3 acessos
Tried to stand still
The schoolyard´s so apocalyptic
Reject your will
You´ll find it´s not your own
Starting to seem
Your love may not be worth the roof that
covers your head and stands for such a threat
No trust at all
How could they expect less than a half-truth
Can´t speek a word
Mom´s such a matriarch
Squint tigther...
And they´re gone...
There´s much less noice
It costs so much to make the phone ring
No sound of cars
The highways far away
When you place the blame
Try look past all their badges
If you squint hard
You´ll find some beauty in it all
Squint tighter...
And they´re gone...