Another day and I'm still here. ( And I'm still here. ) And I can't remember what it's like to feel. ( What it's like to feel. ) I can't tell if anything
She's waking up Alone in bed She smokes a cigarette and bows her pretty head There's no one on the telephone Your voice is always gone You know
Vertaling: Lane, Amity. Verdrink Jy Out.
