Текст песни
Someday he's going to wake up in a burning house
And wonder what to save and wonder who to blame
Someday he's going to wake up in a burning house
And wonder what got burnt and look for the flame
Someday he's going to take stock of sleepwalking days
Silver prints and sutured pages
Someday he's going to take stock of the time he lost
When he tied the knots and he pulled the strings
Sexes, he only heard you
Summons, when you were lying
You want to make that bastard sing?
He's only trained
You want to make that bastard sing?
He's only trained
You want to make that bastard sing?
Someday he's going to wake up in a burning house
And wonder what to save and wonder who to blame
Someday he's going to wake up in a burning house
And wonder what got burnt and look for the flame
Someday he's going to take stock of sleepwalking days
Silver prints and sutured pages
Someday he's going to take stock of the time he lost
When he tied the knots and he pulled the strings
Sexes, he only heard you
Summons, when you were lying
You want to make that bastard sing?
He's only trained
You want to make that bastard sing?
He's only trained
You want to make that bastard sing?
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out
Wish he never turned the lights out