Besedila:
A Day Overdue

The silence pulled me under; then you walked in like the thunder. Standing in line, staring like scarecrows eyes again. Take me back to the place where

your lungs burst. I want you to wear me out; I want you to scream and shout my name until your lungs burst. Jotted memories and broken melodies; Paint a

now. I can't stop, I can't stop, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop, I can't stop, I can't stop thinking about you. Take a step back, grab