Tekster: Made Out Of Babies. Buffalo.

He'll never tell you anything
not even a joke
he used ho have faces
for all of his places
now he walks with a limp.

you can find her down a dusty road
she keeps a stutter polished for company
and pretends to be deaf in one ear
ane she's been watching the same road
for fifteen years
waiting

the sun will rise and fall,
they just want to lay down now.
so long through all these years,
no words said, and no bells sound it out.
just one throught through all time
to make his way back to her side.

just one throught through all time
to me
his way
to her side
to me
his way
to her side
her side
her side

(Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these lyrics)