Tekst:
Envy Other Sins We Leave At Dawn

get his hands on your loot If you go I will go, because nothing else seems to fit Although we know we've been wasting our time Now we're blinded by it

against your other lovers? Life flits past my window like the shadows cross my wall, Patience stretched, a hopeless wretch lies waiting for your regal call, Ever since the day we

with a grudge against the puddles in the yard As we trudge with certainty towards the car And look up in the mirror to see the wreckage that we are The

People might be bored, People can be hard, People might be late, People can be smart People might be reading your favourite books, People might be worthy