Blackberry Winter
German Village
the red door is closedthe village, town of ghostsI thought I was homeI thought this as homethe weeds in our backyardsignored right from the startNow can't look awaymy eyes can't escapeOur city isn't forUs people anymorePaid off with minimum wageWhile they're still underage Halfway from job and homeAll strangers walk aloneWhere are we to go?Where are we to go?Where are we to go?Where are we to go?Where are we to go?Where are we to go?
From Letras Mania