On this one there aren't even the screaming part in the beginning
Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages
They're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows
We're locked behind these doors
And we are are never leaving
This place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating
Are cold to the touch
On this one there aren't even the screaming part in the beginning
Are you listening? We write a thousand pages They're torn and on the floor Headlights hammer the windows We're locked behind these doors And we are are never leaving This place is part of us And all these scenes repeating Are cold to the touch