paroles de chanson 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
I′m a waste of time yet I've got to try
We're all worrying, about the same things
The end cannot begin at the start
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
And 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
We′re all worrying, about the same things
The end cannot begin at the start