Letras
Now we're back from the dead
I keep my head on a swivel
My minds never rested
So give me something to do
Those nights were never half as fun
As the ones with you
Take off
Goodbye
I hate it all
Too dumb to cry
Too stoned to call
Get me out of my head
I walk in circles to dodge all my thoughts
Till the weekend
So give me something to do
Those nights were never half as fun
As the ones with you
Take off
Goodbye
I hate it all
Too dumb to cry
Too stoned to call
Do you want to leave?