Tekster: Chevelle. Sci-Fi Crimes. Fell Into Your Shoes..

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes but only one

Hoping to be shown a leaner curfew
Hopeful senseless sins gathering clues
Weaving into, feeding off the youth

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes but only one

The skies are overwhelmed
Another teacher heads for higher ground gathering clues
Weaving into, feeding off the youth

Closing chapters tell of a final virtue
Pay for healing as eyes go hollow
Weaving into, we bring this to

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes but only one

Somehow we're sent by fools
No better when we're lost
I fell into your shoes but only one