All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races. Going nowhere, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses. No expression, no expre
. For these words he won't come around here. And his eyes won't see. And you know he won't come around here. He needs it to be. ♪. It's like something evil is taking a hold. Nothing deep here. It's li