Paroles de Public Relations

We'll start at the bottom When I turned shaking, crowded rafters into a faint hum As I bury myself in restlessness I'll try and make the best of this As parents watch their daughters and sons They're marching in pairs going one by one What am I doing here Fake along with the crowd and cheer Together, alone To each his and every own Temper a look on my face Pleasant enough to get me away from my place I can make this something else And I turn As I turn around This is where my scattered thoughts are found