Why is it you don't talk to me when I'm filled with paste and I'm filled with powder, I know I'm supposed to let it break my knees.
All I see is what I want to see and it's a defined line.
But it's alright, it all leads to silence.
We all find our own sad reasons, a European nightmare with wings.
All I see is what I want to see and it's a defined line.
But it's alright, it all leads to silence.
We all find our own sad reasons, a European nightmare with wings.