The Bouncing Souls - The Guest текст песни

Lost somewhere and trying to find a place to belong to
the empty alleys and parking lots is where I'll be
when everyone goes home

I like what I see it's nothing special to me
and nothing's coming down on me

I think of a place a time or a face
staring out at the stars in the sky
there's so many of them
and we're drivin' by

I like what I see it's nothing special to me
and nothing's coming down on me