歌词
Batteries are dead
We're writing answers on
The palms of our hand
They've drawn out their plans
Put pictures in frame
To count down the days
He should have been there
To hold her hair
But he turned and he ran away
It may stain his every thought
It's not what she wants at all
This landscape is flat
You never know how far out it go
You cannot turn back
Your footprints are covered
In the tracks of the past