Besedila: Scapegoat. Let Our Violins Be Heard. Walk In Washington.

Walk and roll with the punches I?ll keep on walking The future awaits my reply, move forward or turn my back on the healing hand of time I feel fine, same sick, back again & I?m fine Our hearts will mend in time, Our hearts remain in twined By the healing hand of time Legs tire the first thoughts that enter myself Are of the stress that I felt, I hadn't had my fix & her parents had a wearing on me, So I stalled my walking, bitching & moaning Wasting the time of a life, walking hand in hand with my beautiful future wife Reflect and reframe, day from night You?re hiding I?m seeking, erroneously screaming olly olly oxon free If you'd have it be, I?d walk my life away in the streets of downtown Washington D.C. Museums, high ceilings & the brightest of lights Breath short, rising panic as the room contorts Into the jaws of a lion of an anxious sort Stalling my walking, bitching & moaning Wasting the time of my life, delving in the interest of my beautiful future wife Well here's your breath of air Hear?s your dying cure Hear?s your sign of hope This song is my cure You?re hiding I?m seeking, erroneously screaming olly olly oxon free If you'd have it be, I?d walk my life away, in the streets of downtown Washington D.C. Just so you could see, a newer me, and what this boy has grown up to be Time spent remembering, every time I?m face to face with it, I wish I couldn't remember I wish I couldn't remember the wonderful times Same sick bounce back again & I?m fine From the trees of Athens, to the capital you call your home I will be there to guide you, beside you; our ever-loving spirits divide to new wholes. Behind the blind fold, You?re hiding I?m seeking, erroneously screaming, sing for you, olly olly oxon free If you'd have it be, I?d walk my life away in the streets of downtown Washington D.C. Just so you could see, a newer me, & what this boy has grown up to be if it's love we can make it work. if it's love let it work