Текст песни Staring Voices - The Angels

Staring voices from the dark room
Staring voices from the dark room

They are the wind that blows forever around the sun
They are the beating of the city drums
And if you could see me now, you'd burn a 50 dollar bill
Take volume and arithmetic, take a calculated thrill

Staring voices from the dark room
Staring voices from the dark room
Staring voices from the dark room
Staring voices from the dark room

Staring voices from the dark room