歌词
It's not your fault
Another color for the painted wall
You're at the window with your eyes across
The weight of the world
Yesterday
You came up empty for the second time
You threw it back because you heard a sigh
A baby's cry
A little east of Hollywood
Because you don't know where it is
That another day begins
You're running out
Of things to talk about
I'm tired now
Of watching all the movies fade to black
We could have seen you but they cut it out
And left you to beg
A little east of Hollywood
Because you don't know where it is
That another day begins
You're running out
Of things to talk about
When silence falls
Never turn around
