Letras
Watching through scrambled lines
Watching through the window
Watching the bus pass by
My life, the blocked site
Watching through scrambled lines
Watching through the window
Watching the bus pass by
My life the blocked site
You asked "why I can't touch it"
But I'll first need new contacts
Some can't reach their goals
Mine, I can't hardly see them
Watching through scrambled lines
Watching through the window
Watching the bus pass by
My life, the blocked site
Watching through scrambled lines
Watching through the window
Watching the bus pass by
My life the blocked site
It's father's day for bastards
And I'm asking for new glasses
Some shatterproof eyewear
The type that never smudges
Watching through blown bulbs
Watching at half power
Watching through dim lights
My life, the glass eye
Watching through blown bulbs
Watching at half power
Watching through the window
My life the glass eye