Vārdi: Hopeless. Other. The Outsider.

The click and the grind
Against my life and my time
Another year added to the line
A turn round the sun
Holding hands and a gun
I hear what i told you
Be told to me
A sweet kiss is blessed
On my cold broken nights
I need a siren to sing a song
One foot in the grave
The other in sturdy shoes
And though the concrete cracks
I still call this my home
My broken wrist watch is
Right two times a day
I can't say that for anything else
I build my castles
Big to see from space
I find myself looking up with no-one to see
There's no fierce beast or fate to predict
I am a street knight alone in the night
I stumble the steps losing my feet i am nowhere