Boulevard V. Noir کے بول

I was sick At the time I've got things done And patiently Waited for a place to hide While they've played cards I kept listening to my songs One was called anything can pull me down I'm not sorry to believe That there are many ways To do the same things I've got my own strings and they sound On a way you cannot understand Little comes from my walls I've heard your voice inside my head As I took a seat in Blvd V. Noir See my hands They're more calloused as they should See my plans At least I've got more than two So let's make a sound And go far enough where I can rest my feet Little comes from my walls And nothing can break me down Need no more sleeping pills, just a drink, to pass these nights