Letras:
Rad Grade

: She's been afraid to go out. She's afraid of the knock on her door. There's always a shade of a doubt. She can never be sure. Who comes to call? Maybe

She's been afraid to go out. She's afraid of the knock on her door. There's always a shade of a doubt. She can never be sure. Who comes to call? Maybe

I?m crawling, I don?t know where to or from The centre of things from where everything stems Is not where I belong I have the city sickness, growing