Paroles de Future Perfect

before you split house-train the body you leave behind there's only one voice you can count on to keep you down skin the bees and stripe the ceiling where you wake up cuz all that movement under cover is just bad luck i change my head so i won't be followed i change my head so my friends don't call me i change my head so no one can fault me i change my head so i won't be bored you know a certain brand of escape that gives you hope so afraid of being found out you let it go you never had the kind of focus to play a part now soar away and give up people it's like an art i change my head so i won't be followed i change my head so my friends don't call me i change my head so no one can fault me i change my head so i won't be bored