Psychic Babble - Samantha текст песни

Hanging out in a parking lot gets old and we'll get older too.
They'll say to you.
That empty couch in the living room gets cold but there's still room for two.
How about me and you?

Four walls falling down.
Your walls are falling down, honey.
Four walls falling down.
Your walls are falling down and it's not your fault, no.
And its not your fault, no.
(Oooh... )

Met a girl named Samantha and
She cooked my brain in a frying pan.
Oh no, I'm not letting go.
So try to stick to your master plan
Cause anything is better than the worst
Or whatever works for you.

Cause you know...

Four walls falling down.
Your walls are falling down, honey.
Four walls falling down.
Your walls are falling down and it's not your fault, no.
And its not your fault, no.
(Oooh... )