paroles de chanson Season of B-Sides - Satellite Stories

I tried, I tried to find the way home
But the way home was never the right for me
Our team used to scare the neighbors
But the neighbors swore the restless are tamed in sleep

Alone in the seaside, delayed, decayed
(I waited, almost stayed) season of b-sides
Get away, away, away

So tell me where you are
Far away, find a way to the start

Between the shades among the halos
The way home was the one that's enough for me
Those thoughts sent me back through railroads
When the mailman brought the photos and scent of leaves

Alone in the seaside, delayed, decayed
(I waited, almost stayed) season of b-sides
Get away, away, away

So tell me where you are
Far away, find a way to the start