Tekster:
Useless Id Get In The Pita Bread Pit

Phone calls , excitement in the air. Fluency has grown, all we have shared is in a stream heading somewhere, taking turns, back to nowhere. Although

Nothing is left today, nothing is left nothing is left, and I ask myself where is my cup of lemonade tell me why doesn't my favorite song is playing

As I watched him falling down and the rain soaked him up now its ok I took the first train out of town losing touch it hurt so much never cared for all

haven't got a sign or a clue of how you should be of what you should do to win the big race such a disgrace when there is no way out on a dead end street

I can wait for hours I can watch you from behind you can go but I will be waiting until you will come around no one else to trust and there is nothing