("...with kinds of job." "Kinds of class, huh?"). Uh-huh-uh...Uh huh. . Window frosted in the rain, dusty pages, broken lines is all I have. Candle shadow in the flame of the moments that we try to start again.
I never counted on this. Guess that's the way that it goes, yeah. You used to be someone I knew. Somebody I could understand but. . Now, I don't know what to do.
(Uh-oh...Uh-oh...) (Uh-oh...Uh-oh...). . Dedicated to Glam...(do-do-do-da-da). Dedicated to Glam...(do-do-do-da-da). Dedicated to Glam...(do-do-do-da-da).