Tekster: Drowning Pool. 37 Stitches.

Do you see me, sitting here?
I'm waiting for you to say anything
Head hung low, kicking stones down
Kicking stones down the road to hell now
I'm waiting for you to say anything, anything yeah

I know you are the only one, my little taste of heaven
And you know I am the only one, your bitter taste of hell
Your eyes scream the end is creeping end
I'll need thirty-seven stitches, to keep the pain in
I know you are the only one, on the darkest side of the sun

Ooh yeah

Followed the piper's sweet whistling
Guided down the path by the wrong hand
Close my eyes for the chance of a better view
Plug my ears so i couldn't hear you

And i know you are the one
And you know i am the one
Your bitter taste of hell

I know you are the only one, a little taste of heaven
And you know i am the only one, your bitter taste of hell
Your eyes scream the end is creeping end
I'll need thirty-seven stitches, to keep the pain in
I know you are the only one, on the darkest side of the sun

Do you see me sitting here?
Still waiting for you to say anything
Head hung low kicking stones down
Kicking stones down the road to hell now
I'm waiting for you, i'm waiting for you, just say anything yeah

I know you are the only one, a little taste of heaven
And you know i am the only one, your bitter taste of hell
Your eyes scream the end is creeping end
I'll need thirty-seven stitches, thirty-seven stitches, yeah
I know you are the only one, on the darkest side of the sun
I know, i know (the darkest side of the sun)
You are the one. . . on the darkest side of the sun