Tekster:
Silent Majority Life Of A Spectator

be your best friend or your most crippling enemy a mirage to your most deadly thirst you walk to chase what you think you see Now i've stopped to write a

to me this is a life style and not some silly trend and years from now when they're all gone I pray that we're still friends in the sand at Gilgo beach

these are the days that never end and the nights don't get much better...

if we come back as ghosts we'll haunt the things that we cherish most I'll haunt these places I'll leave the faintest of traces we'll cripple the legs

these feet stretch out into miles and from miles into dead end streets cross crowded rooms and empty sheets take this finger take this thumb stretch them out to form a

up Sundays spending them alone" there is no home there is no home "just a place where everyone knows your name" it's such a shame it's such a shame bartender