fade Is there a place for me somewhere? Is there a place for me? From stone against stone against stone In my way Cry that holds me down Is closer
Fordítás: Furcsa. Van egy hely?.
worlds are corroding. Please let it work itself out. We've got time to melt. You haven't said a single thing. A six month recurring dream. Oil stains
Fordítás: A Lawrence Arms. Nincs jobb hely, mint egy idegen Floor.
a brightly lit steel frame please let it work itself out we've got time to melt you haven't said a single thing a six month recurring dream your eyes