Songtext von Typing: 1974-2048

The Faint - Typing: 1974-2048 I've been typing for hours while he waits alone in the bushes there's a guy on the back lawn he can look under mats but he won't get in he scales the walls with almost no sound i'm sitting dead still with the light on i'm sending off my resignation before he gets to all i got i'm staring at nothing my frozen joints all broke away