Tekster: Enemy You. City Of Lost Children.

And they met when they were young With one thing in common Two big city kids lost in a stupid world Of egoistic boys and lying little girls And he knows there was something there 'Cause he saw it in her stare Or does he tell himself that for something to hold to Second guessing life 'cause he doesn't know the truth And he knows, but he fakes it, that he's doing okay And he knows, 'cause he wastes it, his life and everyday In his head he's always known The way the story's supposed to go But then she left, now she's fifty states away And he wastes his hours and squanders every day 'Cause now she's just a dream Of how things could have been So he sits at home and wonders where she is And what she's doing, does she ever think of him And he keeps on writing her letters Ones he'll never send And he wishes he had a picture So he could see her face again And he knows, but he fakes it, that he's doing okay And he knows, 'cause he wastes it, his life and everyday