Tekstovi: Drugstore. Anesthesia.

It was dark
On that road to heaven
As she watched
A thousand cars go by

She stood
In that dirty alley
Her face
Staring at the light

She hangs around
Everywhere
Doesn't make a sound
And doesn't care
Doesn't care

There's no way
To walk back or forward
You just let
Life slowly pass you by

Your life
Is one dirty alley
Understand
In order to pass by

She hangs around
Everywhere
Doesn't make a sound
And doesn't care
Doesn't care