Letras:
Joshua Radin Wanted

colors run till we're almost one Watch us fading, in this one street town We'll sleep where we follow no where at all. Everyone wants something Well I'm wanted

colors run till we're almost one Watch us fading, in this one street town We'll sleep where we follow no where at all. Everyone wants something Well I'm wanted

You're sitting in your chair no ones around Your lights are turned down low And your skin feels about to tear and you is no sound And all I am is frightened