歌词
On the Street
927 Chesapeake
I discovered means to be
And means to ends
Deafening
Something you would never see
They would never let you see
They would never let you see
Seethe, Sheathe, Sleep
Anything
When when when when wait
Why is there a fence now
Still as it was
Still was
Fleeting
Seething, Sheathing, Sleeping