(incomprehensible)
I'm cutting loose
I losing windows and halls
And now I'm 20
Standing close to the wall
I'll cut my losses
coming up can't recall
There's no one staying
There's mothers praying
And will you call for me
(incomprehensible)
I thought I'd seen it
there's nothing to see
(incomprehensible)
Forward, moving forward
but nothing is found
Pointing fingers at the sky
and backs on the ground
I can still remember
living back in our town
Flower girls and dollar bills
were making a sound
And will you call for me
(incomprehensible)
I thought I'd seen it
there's nothing to see
(incomprehensible)
And will you call for me
(incomprehensible)
I thought I'd felt it
there's nothing to feel.
(incomprehensible)