Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets Sun goes down alone I'm driving by your
everyday's long So how come everything feels wrong? How could you let me go? After it took so long to find me? That everything's wrong and it's
thirteen With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine Now, I never cared for the things that I seen I just want to be in a dirty magazine Everyone makes sacrifices Everybody's
It's six o'clock, the sun goes down The hotel shudders with the sound Of Grim and Lily's kiss good-bye (Oh, baby, not good-bye) Tired of their life
your due Cause my mind's a single track Single in the guarantee : You ain't see the last of me Pictures of our tiny hands Playing castles or some beach's
Morning in a bar: Daylight and an old beer bottle. Sun's the only star, In a sky that went from grey to yellow. And the flashes of the scene I made
Half asleep my mind is spinning, Monsters are all around And on the ceiling you are lying naked I am feeling like a shaken doll Latham sends a letter
, na, na, na, na, na There's a fork in the road, there's a spoon in the sky Come and take a ride with me Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na There's
gone gone, gone So it turns in simple ways, now the weeks go by like days Where's that little girl? She's gone and so forgotten And it's strange
me Pictures of our tiny hands Playing castles or some beach's sands Are lost to crueler games Nicer memories now reside In twisted metal on the highway side It's
