Besedila: Dead City Sunday. Other. Love Pollution.

She scream's at him from across the street.
There eye's peel away from the scorching heat.
She scream's even louder, but just can't beat this overwhelming desire.

Echo's of voice's around in my head.
Echo's of voice's around in my head.
Echo's of voice's around in my head........My head.

You will rip it from me.
Steal it piece by piece.

Where did you go I dont know.

Cross this from your memory it's the same old songs
It's the same old memories. So write down in your journal
I know you are always eternal with my love and trust I gave you my love and trust.

You will rip it from me.
Steal it piece by piece.
Blender me so useless,
but I could have caused this mess.

Where did you go. I don't know.

Your peeled face.
Will scar me forever and ever.
I'm gonna hate tomorrow.
Sit here dwell all my sorrow's away.
Pick up the piece's, But I could have caused this mess.

Where did you go. I dont know.
( repeat lot's)
Will you save my fall.