Testo The Goodnight Kiss The Prize Fight
You know that I promised I'd always have an ear for you to lend.
But now your syllables are phrases I don't understand.
Calling out in desperation.
Fighting off this suffocation.
Screaming out loud.
Wanting so bad to be heard.
When the days ends and you're cold from standing out alone.
The only voice of recognition is your own.
Crying out in desperation.
Begging to be heard.
But only you can hear your words.
<font size=1>Thanks to <b>k-leb (thisaintnorodeo@yahoo.com)</b> for these lyrics</font>
