Besedila:
Halfwayhome Let S Start This Over

it's just like in the movie in disappearing light, she cries out to the sky her eyes aglow with reflection this will mean I only have to lie to you this

with chatter of memorable faces from camiliar places, let's stay our until the streetlights come on. This cafe is stirring with chatter of memorable faces from camiliar places, let's

says I'm sorry you can't say a word tonight, the stars have got you hypnotized spit out all those lies before you choke on them it's not to late to make

from misery. It's five AM but I'm not falling asleep. There's nothing on the television so I'll just read the latters that I've wasted over the years...

this room has got a poison, tonight we drink it from the bottle it's the lonely desperation defining who we are this room has got a pain, so drink it