Testo di Streets

Maybe they're blind, maybe they can't see. Was the reason they're leaving laid unto me? Nowhere to go, nowhere to find. As you're leaving the days point hoping to lie. --- We are a song out of tune, played on the keys made by lines that we drew. Walking those streets that will bear our names. --- I know you're tired, I know you're weak. As the passion is passing, oh does it leave. Everyone's saying, "there's somewhere to find" Was it only the hope you left out of line? === I know there's Somewhere out there to find a truth we could be. And you hold to the lies you wanted, see? And you waited too. Was it always so hard? And hoping, waiting, running to... ===