Besedila:
Everything But The Girl Lonesome For A Place I Know

while my years away. But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone. And I hate what it's become, but in my bones I'm lonesome for a place I know. Why

while my years away. But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone. And I hate what it's become, but in my bones I'm lonesome for a place I know. Why

knows I try to close my eyes But it happens so fast I keep my eye on the ball But still I never asked to be a fly on the wall And like Sometimes dumb