Žodžiai dainai: Jahron B. Other. Letters From The Attic.

If everything would change to the way that is supposed to
I wouldn't buy the gun and pray for a miracle
And all the skies are blue and there's no sign of pain
This too shall pass but right now it's here and wait
Nothing is perfect and nothing you know more
Is everything worth it, being this far more?
Losing my pacience, is there any time?

Fake till we make it, we try that every time
And now I'm so lonely, waiting on the winds to call upon my name
And tell me where you've been, oh,

There's a lone... in the attic, you said that I'll shine but I won't let the sun in
And I am so alone, oh, I am so alone, living in the attic
I'm lonely in the attic.