الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
The street is a boneyard, she glances
Numb as a drain at the end, end
Cradling heat waves and armour
'Round her body slowly
And how ready are you to know this?
How do we live in the end, end?
I bet you the price of the landmine
You won’t be here at the end, end
You won’t be slumped in a doorway
You’ll be standing above you
And how can you call this a free world?
Who wouldn't call out at the end end?
No more doubt about it now
I wanna take you home
Take off your blindfold and show you what I am
I wanna take you home
And find some new joy in this autopilot life
I wanna take you home
Slow down your heartbeat and dry those glazing eyes
I wanna take you home
