I hear the sound of bombers over my head
On the verge of whatever, I am nothing but sad
We are all lost within this, more or less Another man down, on common ground
I hear the sound of bombers over my head
On the verge of whatever, I am nothing but sad I hear the sound of bombers over my head
On the verge of whatever, I am nothing but sad
We are all made of scars, more or less Another man down, another man down
I lay on my bed
Erasing stars down from the sky
A view to the west
And I'm all alone
And the world passes by
I lay on my bed
Erasing stars down from the sky
A view to the west
And the world passes by
Erasing stars down from the sky
And the world passes by
