You slammed the door in my face. How do we get to this place?. Every time, you always close your mind. . But in your code of silence. The truth is youre denying.
On nights like this. When the world's a bit amiss. And the lights go down across the trailer park. I get down, I feel had. I feel on the verge of going mad.
You know, the sun is in your eyes. Hurricanes and rains and black and cloudy skies. Running up and down that hill. You turn it on and off at will. There's nothing here to thrill or bring you down.