Letras
There's a dozen ways to return to all invited
And every reason you can count on both your fingers
I sort of think that this is coming down on me
The way my head shakes and all the leaves are brown
Look down
Talk in circles
Time's out - it waits for no one
If you wait for no one will you think at all
To be unsung, to become undone
How's this for running the madness
It's a deal that you make til it makes you feel so cautious
How's this for running the madness
It's a deal that you make til it makes you feel so cautious
I sort of think that this is coming down
The way my hands are shaking
I sort of think that this will come around
The year that left me thinking
Look down
Talk in circles
Time's out - it waits for no one
If you wait for no one will you think at all
To be unsung, to become undone