The global backstreet are the only light, Just like the little sparks we are still burning out Another reason to be putting up with this, If your consciencie speaks you try and smother it
Your body breaks down, Body wants to shake out Maybe I will catch it maybe I will fall asleep Another reason to be stanfding on the edge Don't wanna hear in a, Don't wannasee but if It slows beat And I don't need the company.
If we could find hollows in this little heart Of mine what a way to let you down I know this won't get better It's alright we won't get better too.... Woahhhh, woahhh
And I go, and I go, and I go For a rest, And my heart, and my heart, and my heart Beats less, I wanna be somebody else,
And I go, and I go, and I go For a rest, And I won't, and I won't, and I won't, Degress, I wanna be somebody else.
If we could find hollows in this little heart Of mine what a way to let you down I know this won't get better It's alright we won't get better, to...
Compositores: Owen Francis Thomas Strathern, Enda Patrick Strathern, Stephen Harold Leacock, Stuart Bell ECAD: Obra #7220972