Across these highways and dead-end roads You wandered down for somewhere new And you travelled lightly, just the air inside Was all you'd take to carry on your way Hoping you'd lessen to the end!
Cause after all, those frames filled the wall When you ripped them down! After all, the music will fall Scattered on the ground!
You ended up back where you began And you couldn't find a face you knew And you were hoping you could always go back To that place you wanted it to end Somewhere we'll never see again!
Cause after all, those frames filled the wall When you ripped them down! After all, the music will fall Scattered on the ground!
Chromatic fades Not when you're holding on Drink till the grass is gone
After all, those frames filled the wall When you ripped them down! After all, the music will fall Scattered on the ground!
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Compositores: Robert George Kucharek, Christopher Cassels Johnson, Christopher Scott Hughes (Autopilot Off), Philip William Robinson ECAD: Obra #4481824