Tekster: Fall of Troy, The. You Got A Deathwish Johnny Truant?.

Wake the sun, so the stars can shine above what we define...

(Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! )

Can you still see, what you first saw in me?

Or are the words caught up in your teeth?

(Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! )



Staring at your glass smile,

The one you know that we are just dying to see.

Cut apart the words, forgetting everything, forever contradicting..