Imprimer - Paroles Mania

I should be down at the shop
working up money I know
second shift for a seventh night
'cause we ain't got nothing now
I can't see the light
these curtains closed up so tight

transmit your light

do you remember when you wrote your name in concrete
a death in the family couldn't have come more eerily
well I could be the light and you the torch

we need answers everyday
but we ain't found nothing here
whittle the darkness of this day until it burns away

From Paroles Mania