Žodžiai dainai: Screeching Weasel. Wiggle. Second Floor East.

(Weasel)
She falls asleep the same way every nightshe dreams of new worlds in the TV
light she's lonely she's tired she's lonely she's crying it makes her feel
like something is going on it makes her feel like people are around to tell
her she's alright to keep out the ngiht she wonders why she feels this way
she wonders if she'll ever be okay there's nothing she can laugh about no
anthem for a new tomorrow cut off a long time ago now no one wnats to hear
about it she thinks about how everybody smiles but no one ever seems to
have the time to ever stop and try to think to ever crack a little bit she

knows that someday things are gonna change things will get a little better
but it just seems like everyday it slips a little more and fades it should
feel good to be alive the world keeps dropping back but she's still trying
she leaves the TV on at night so she won't have to keep on crawling inside
herself