the working title about face şarkı sözleri
When I was a boyChasing a noteStraining to bring upThe chords in my throatBattling age clinging the coatHumming the old songs in stereoI had not a thoughtOf parking lotsAnd me in the carWith the doors all lockedI'm staring aheadEveryone's deadI'm under the pain in between my ribsIt's just like the moviesIt comes about faceAll at once when I'm breathingThe careless air of the night
