100 Strangers
CIRCA WAVES · Young Chasers 2015 · Track 07 of 07
You've got to get out son You got your back against the wall and the end has just begun This place, there's a hundred strangers and I hardly know one face And I sold my soul to the night And I waste the time but yet I've got to try
We're all worrying about the same things The end cannot begin at the start We're all worrying about the same things The end cannot begin at the start
Spit your words out son They cling to your lips like they're trying to hold on And I like to tread the boards of avenues with open eyes But I'm fine, my head isn't there And I'm losing out but I'm trying not to care
We're all worrying about the same things The end cannot begin at the start We're all worrying about the same things The end cannot begin at the start