Žodžiai dainai: Lostprophets. Streets Of Nowhere.

She won't let me go,
Don't put me down,
I've seen the scenes and I've been around.

These city lies,
The bullshit smiles,
The inside jokes and the changing style.

But when I'm here,
I leave behind,
What I don't need
'Cause everytime I walk these streets I know they're mine.

It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything's ok."

Oh these walls they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

We climbed up above her,
She's still gotta know,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Your faded signs,
Your dirty crime,
Your endless jokes that go on for miles

Your errant daughter,
Wants her water,
You wouldn't have a word said against her.

But I agree,
The factories,
The shopping carts sing a symphony,
That sounds like home to me.

It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything's ok."

Oh these walls they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

We climbed up above her,
She's still gotta know,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

Oooooooooooo,
Oooooooooooo.

It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything will be okay."

These streets of nowhere!

Oh these walls they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.

We climbed up above her,
She's still gotta know,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere