I'm starting to get quiet again
Floating below the line
And I hate my house cause it traps me in
But I never want to sound like I'm whining
I'm starting to get bitter again
Cause every day I walk 20 metres from that spot
Every day's a rollercoaster, I don't amusement parks
I long for morning light but now every morning's getting darker
Oooh 77
One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head
One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head
One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head
One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head
77
I hope
77
I hope
I hope
