- cifra
Making no deposit, no return
Making the same mistakes, we never learn
All of the pain in those faces
Trying not to show concern
Spent and broken
Like a worn out subway
Talking in the city
Hanging in the closet, wait in line
When you go by the laws, you pay the fine
I'm burning the candle at both ends
Twice the light in half the time
Damn the calling
Feel like I'm falling
Ooh, and as the rain doesn't have to hurry in the city
