كلمات 1997

There is a truckload On the side of the road It’s been abandoned, dear What has been started here There is an empty house And an overgrown grassy yard It’s been abandoned, dear What has been started here Oh, would you give me a whistle I will blow their cover Give me a whisper They will take cover And I’ve been weak I will speak when I'm spoken to And I’ve been small I will crawl when I'm tempted by them Oh, would you give me a whistle I will blow their cover Give me a whisper They will take cover And I’ve been weak I will speak when I'm spoken to And I’ve been small I will crawl when I'm tempted by them And it won’t happen again And I will end this match And I will let in the air Let out the dust and sand And I'm not about to break And I learned the hard way That the more I let them in The more I grew small within