Beezewax
That's Not Here
So I'm trying to make things count. But alone
i can't forfill a dream
held by the four of us.
So I've been carrying all our load. Your free hands are pissing me of for the last time. And you say wanna get it through. To everyone who's got the
power to speak of you.
But all i hear from you
is talk. Talk of some
place where good things happen to well played songs. But that's not here. Being who we are, where we are. A small circle of
friends, who completely understand. And if we hold
out long enough, commit
to what we love. We might pack our bags some
day, yeah. But that's not here.
From Letras Mania