Texty:
Julian Casablancas

Somewhere along the way My hopefulness turned to sadness Somewhere along the way My sadness turned to bitterness Somewhere along the way My bitterness

Running in the parking lot, I'm four years old I am lost, those were the days Soft memory of voices in the other room Comforting you, as you fall asleep

I just nod, Ive never been so good at shaking hands. I live on the frozen surface of a fireball. Where cities come together, To hate each other in the

We might be in for a late night Stuck in a lava flow of brake lights I can hear a rattling bass drum Driving back to where it came from Set back, Ohh

I hear it in your silence, when you don't speak What was funny then, isn't funny anymore I can hear it in your voice, there's always a catch We're going

A trick that people use to make you think that they're smart Is confidence when actually they're lost in the dark Only someone with the mind of a child

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