Tekstovi: Drive By. Black Triangles.

Sitting there in chairs, there in front of windows
All around the world
They are remembering
Raise their quiet hands and trace with their fingers
Into frosted windows
Geometry at last
Some of you never know what it is we're doing
S.O.S. a signal
You wouldn't understand
They can't break every chain that you have
Triangles last

I never thought that you could be so hard
I never thought that you could be so hard
I never thought it was so hard

A million frosted souls, a million frosted windows
No need to leave your name
Help is on the way
They can't break every chain that you have
Triangles last

I never thought that you could be so hard
I never thought that you could be so hard
I never thought it was so hard