Текст песни Bottom Line - Navarone

A thousand souls have filled this seat
Patiently waiting - a friend in need
No gain, no loss
Worn out and waiting
Another million thoughts

Need direction
In this state of mind
Climbing up to the bottom line

A thousand sights have brought him here
Secretly longing - a mind set out of here
A focused pace
No need to rest
Still he fills the empty space

Need direction
In this state of mind
Climbing up to the bottom line

A single heart who did not know
Just for a reason, why he came to go
And he was paralyzed - indecisiveness he chose
When the seat becomes vacant,
He will let you know
Yeah, he will let you know

Need direction
In this state of mind
Climbing up to the bottom line