Tekstovi: National Skyline. A Night At The Drugstore.

This one is a bright old man
This won't even hold my hand
One now made of lies
And this one isn't far behind

Why do birds fly?
When will I die?

This one came into the light
This one isn't cold tonight
Lift me up on bible stairs
And I won't even shut your eyes

Why do birds fly?
When will I die?
I guess I'm fine
This one is mine