Pieces duży lotek Only the Lonely
Every time I see that girl
My lips begin to curl
She's livin', she's livin' in another world
She's just too damn surreal
And I'm not interested
In what she's got to say
I'm not interested
It's all lies anyways
You lead your life so pure
You really do not know for sure
Which way you're really going
And that's what bothers me
My lips begin to curl
She's livin', she's livin' in another world
She's just too damn surreal
And I'm not interested
In what she's got to say
I'm not interested
It's all lies anyways
You lead your life so pure
You really do not know for sure
Which way you're really going
And that's what bothers me
Large and tall ones, short and small ones
Working 'round a frame
The pieces fit so perfectly
Like some large metal game
The time draws near, and with it fear
All senses a new kind
I'll not look back, on watered thoughts
Rearranging mine
It's time!
This time!
Make me now!
It's time!
This time!
Change me now!
The book has said, that all the plans
Would be well within my reach
And here things were
Even larger than I'd reamed
This metal gift, a perfect shift
From the art of being kind
I'll not look back, on tired thoughts
And all those
Working 'round a frame
The pieces fit so perfectly
Like some large metal game
The time draws near, and with it fear
All senses a new kind
I'll not look back, on watered thoughts
Rearranging mine
It's time!
This time!
Make me now!
It's time!
This time!
Change me now!
The book has said, that all the plans
Would be well within my reach
And here things were
Even larger than I'd reamed
This metal gift, a perfect shift
From the art of being kind
I'll not look back, on tired thoughts
And all those