Twenty-seven times I paint the city in lights. Now I changed my mind. I was living fast now I'm running on empty. And I feel yeah I feel. You're gonna go, let me go.
Two men. They started walking. Started talking 'bout better days. One says to the other. We do it all again. Seems I knew I would. And now I found it.
Everything is quiet. Everything is cruel. God, You never noticed me. Or anything at all. But I breathe, but I breathe. . All of us are broken. All of us are stained.
I can smell the onions floating in the air. Must be something that you ate. I can't imagine how your mouth must taste. Forgive me if I turn away. . The slightest whiff just brings me to my knees.
I can smell the onions floating in the air. Must be something that you ate. I can't imagine how your mouth must taste. Forgive me if I turn away. . The slightest whiff just brings me to my knees.