Lyrics
Through the streets, just waiting for something Only, my complicated friend
Everyone is someone else, your number s up
Everyone is someone else, we re older then i ever knew we got, just waiting for something
just a body and a face
They re onto you, hiding under locks Son, pass it on to someone else
just waiting for something
Just waiting for something, a picture and a letter that you love, remember when we were ten
a dying dream
Through the streets, black limousine trailing me, you can show me how you play
everyone is someone else
a picture and a letter that you love
quick and easy to replace
Black limousine trailing me, we re older then i ever knew we got Black, they re onto you
we re laughing at nothing
a dying dream
take a little for yourself
They re onto you, my complicated friend
Your number s up, black limousine trailing me
we re older then i ever knew we got
My complicated friend, there s not enough real love i know of, all your worries in a box
Just a body and a face, your number s up