We're like the weather
You can't predict it
We never take the time
Heavy shackles
We can't move freely
We're leaving trails on the ground
It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?
Frozen moments
Your shadows on me
Will always give the command
It won't get better
Just string along
Until the curtain comes down
It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?
It's too late, so why pray now
You cynical bastard?
We all ate from your plate
So how, how was your ride?
How was your ride?
How was your ride?
How was your ride?
Aš tai dabar jaučiuosi, lyg man būtų uždėtas limitas, kiek galiu naudotis music'u. Nes atrodo, prisiliesiu prie kažko ne to ir išmes mane kokiai savaitei, kaip jau yra padarę. Bet iš dalies gerai tokia pertrauka - daugiau laiko kitiems dalykams