A ball is bouncing faster
Between the hands of the quintet
Playing two on three
Smeared gla** window, looking through
Holding on to whatever's left of you
Everyone is waiting
Broken wings hold us down
Words are meaning less
We're ignoring more
A ball is bouncing faster
Between the hands of the quintet
Playing two on three
Smeared gla** window, looking through
Holding on to whatever's left of you
Everyone is waiting
Broken wings hold us down
Words are meaning less
We're ignoring more