Letras:
Walkmen The Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone

Because he knows Our Romeo, He can't climb back. He swings in loopholes. When he goes through the air Their vengeance will stretch out. I made the best

: Out of station through my radio nothings on it's like a joke thats told with out its final line where's it going where had it round I know I

: Windows close just like my eyelids as I'm sleeping, Lift the blinds up slowly, let the night in. We've begun to work things out again. There's no

: My hands Come together And I draw in the breath through my teeth Your curt shots Sarcastic remarks Come so often They?re never sincere Darker

d you go? Tonight I woke To find you gone The question and An answer that sounded off The glance goes abject enough When she was young She asked me

: I've left my friend. Our train came in on time. But he never showed up. But he speaks French; he's fine. I don't. Where'd you go? Where'd you go?

lying if I said your name never came up as I'd be thinking of just how I'd like to cash my days in now. And all I ever do is think of yesterday. Man

: Because he knows Our Romeo, He can't climb back. He swings in loopholes. When he goes through the air Their vengeance will stretch out. I made the

I've left my friend. Our train came in on time. But he never showed up. But he speaks French; he's fine. I don't. Where'd you go? Where'd you go? I