We are prisoners of your words catchy, punchy, lethal to us Daily you have an advantage weekly you kill us slowly We are prisoners of your words our...
I’ve got to carry on mum’s gone rudderles with no guide I’ve got to carry on mum’s gone who knew of these feelings Of you and me all around eyes shut...
Me and You Your hand shoots out Fingers curl around a glass Anything it doesn't matter You just need to be alive The music saying hello to me to you...