Lyrics
Leaves me an open door, but i m spoken for Sean, and the city has a way just to make you forget
till the end decides to break me
leaves me an open door
leaves me an open door
Give my body back to the birds, till the end decides to break me
But i m spoken for, you can take my possessions Rowe, till the end decides to break me
you can call me a madman
Should i blame my profession or should i bless the war, you can call me a madman, you can call me a madman
but i m spoken for
You can call me a madman, about half the stuff you love and things you don t know yet
when the road takes me to the other side of the world
I will put my hand on the word, leaves me an open door Madman, and the city has a way to make you forget
And the city has a way just to make you forget, you can call me a madman, leaves me an open door
And the city has a way just to make you forget, when the road takes me to the other side of the world
Leaves me an open door, about the quiet on the path where nobody walks
About the space that s left when nobody talks, and the city has a way just to make you forget Rowe, you can call me a madman
give my body back to the birds
but i m spoken for
Give my body back to the birds, when the road takes me to the other side of the world
You can take my possessions, let a walnut tree replace me
When the road takes me to the other side of the world, till the end decides to break me
About half the stuff you love and things you don t know yet, but i m spoken for Madman, when the road takes me to the other side of the world
Should i blame my profession or should i bless the war, but i m spoken for
you can take my possessions
Should i blame my profession or should i bless the war, when the road takes me to the other side of the world
About the space that s left when nobody talks, but i m spoken for Rowe, when the road takes me to the other side of the world
Till the end decides to break me, when the road takes me to the other side of the world
when the road takes me to the other side of the world
about half the stuff you love and things you don t know yet
And the city has a way just to make you forget, you can take my possessions
leaves me an open door
Let a walnut tree replace me, you can take my possessions Rowe, about the space that s left when nobody talks
about the space that s left when nobody talks
About the quiet on the path where nobody walks, should i blame my profession or should i bless the war, and the city has a way to make you forget