don't know where I belong All I know is that I'm wrong I can't wait another day Make it all just go away I don't want it today I don't want to be late
the people are much more unfair We come from a land where the laws are much more unfair That's what they said on TV, that's why they have no faces We
If I'm late, darling, don't hesitate Just go without me and I'll see you there anyway If I miss you at the station I want you on that train I don't want
Translation: Face To Face. Late.
Translation: Faces. If I'm On The Late Side.
don't know where i belong all i know is that i'm wrong i can't wait another day make it all just go away i don't want it today i don't want it to be late
people are much more unfair" "we come from a land where the laws are much more unfair". that's what they said on tv, that's why they have no faces .
watch him die again" That's it, he's through But it's not that he wants to be; Lonely peace is bitter, but it's peace Fist to face Hand in hand Knife
't know where i belong all i know is that i'm wrong i can't wait another day make it all just go away i don't want it today i don't want it to be late
off my mind I need to get out of sight Before I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing
the lines The necklace in your car that wasn't mine Nothing left for you to do or say So I'm on my way, now it's too late Now I know who you are, you
barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and egg smeared on your face
After twelve, not so well Won't pretend, it's too soon to tell What's 'round this bend No disgrace, about face Anything not to have to chase You down
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying
I've been kicked out, been told I'm a total disgrace I've been shoved I've been pushed I've been slapped in the face I've had drinks thrown my way And
to visit, blaka Blowing bullet holes sizes of door knockers Three headed for my chest straight, the other two Came a little late, and just barely missed my face
Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki Drop me, hit ya in ya face
I look at your beautiful face But I don't know what lies underneath And the words seem to fly into space And they're driving a wedge in between I'm scared
