Songtexte 100 Strangers - Circa Waves

You've got to get out, son
You got your back against the wall, and the end has just begun
And this place, there's a hundred strangers and I hardly know one face

And I sold my soul to the night
And a waste of time, but yet I've got to try

We're all worrying about the same things
The end cannot begin at the start
Yeah, we're all worrying about the same things
The end cannot begin at the start

Spit your words out, son
They cling to your lips like they're trying to hold on
And I like to tread the boards of avenues with open eyes

But I'm fine, my head isn't there
I'm losing out, but I'm trying not to care

We're all worrying about the same things
The end cannot begin at the start
Yeah, we're all worrying, about the same things
The end cannot begin at the start