كلمات The End

In the back of your car I will always be waiting I won't move till you make me In the back I will wait I'm a cube in the ice tray I'll be stuck till you shake me Your attempt, it won't change me If anything, I might break And my hands, they've grown tired I do not want to try it I would rather keep quiet Watch the world flash right by In the back of your car I will always be waiting I won't move till you make me In the back I will wait Will you think of me When there is nowhere left to go? I will be waiting at the end of the road At the place you told me to go Will you think of me When there is nowhere left to go? I will be waiting at the end of the road At the place you told me to go Will you think of me When there is nowhere left to go? I will be waiting at the end of the road At the place you told me to go Will you think of me When there is nowhere left to go? I will be waiting at the end of the road At the place you told me to go