Vertimas: Subtilus būdas. Prieš mūsų pačių Retreat.
alone again And I'd never have to be alone again And I'd never have to be alone again That I'd never have to lean against the wind That I'd never (I'
again In hopes to find the perfect lens Our signals read not what we meant Our crosshairs tangled like a web (And) We wont reach our aims (If) Our scars
Here comes the anesthesia Its coming straight from your hips Weve got no use for needles Weve got this all under our belt Sirens fill the air waves Warning