Текст песни Post Modern - Luke Porter

Sitting in a pitty
Waiting for the train
On the other side they come
Back and forth and back and forth again
Twenty minutes now
Why so long?
Why do us fairly innocent civilians have to wait so long
And my heads a mess
So Give me something to releave
My mountain of stress
That′s twirling like a cyclone through my mind
And in time we'll find that that it′ll be alright
They say the best way to live you're life
Is to live without fear
How could I not live in fear?
When you're not here
Everyday it′s the same
Old tale
You make me go pale
Cause I′m in love with you

Post modern classic has its way
The post modern classic has its way
The post modern classic has its way
It has its way