Letras:
The Devoted Few

is it dark in your room at 3am you can't sleep again tonight so you write me a letter with a pen that has no ink you weren't gonna send it anyway and

hey susan where's your head, did you lose it down the beach in the heat last night I heard you screaming red at the boys in their cars as they sped by

i dreamt of heights last night of broken down cars out of sight you looked so cold at four sleep-stealer knocks down your door keep dreaming my dear

down in the colorful night, she is never ever leaving my side or my sight, and it's like i'm seeing her now for the very first time her face becomes religion

stuck in this house again. feel my times been painted thin and it's been raining for a year, forecast whispers: chance is slim she is sitting in her room