Jennifer O Connor
End of the Hall
At the end of the hallThe slow light creeps inYour head is against the wallAnd my feet are danglingWhen I think that I know something for sureI'm usually wrongThere's nothing here to be careful ofI'm just sick of it allSummer's comingSpring is almost goneI can feel the endingBefore I start the songIt's almost goneI walk down your streetAnd think about herMy shoes are too tightAnd my fingers burnWhen I get really sick of myselfI go to sleepI stack up the magazines in a neat pile by the doorThen I sleep some moreLetras de cancionesSummer's comingSpring is almost goneI can feel the endingBefore I start the songI'll keep runningGod knows for how longI can feel it comingIt's almost gone
From Letras Mania