Inbreds (The)
Kombinator
Sometimes I swear I've seen a ghost
In with the traffic's dust and sirens
I know that I'm not sick from home
Sometimes my voice grows hoarse at night
Pretending you weren't sleeping
And never getting tired of me
What star unmapped might bear my name
I know that this would serve me well
I've seen how news may travel fast
I'd like to ride it for a spell
From Letras Mania