never confronted his Under the bridge I wrote, some shit to stay afloat And paint a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his
my dad, and he was 38 years old. Man, and without hearing that voice. Without hearing that, whether it?s the actually the physical audible voice of
of silence. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices
. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices