They make a sound.
Can you understand?
Such a guilty place,
Of forsaken chance.
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
Starts to shout,
And they starts to shout.
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout.
I know where all the good things go,
They're all locked out, being ill,
Somewhere in your heart.
They make a sound.
Can we understand?
Such a guilty place,
Of forsaken chance.
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout.
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout,
And they starts to shout.
I know where all the good things go,
They're all locked out, being ill,
Somewhere in your heart.
And they starts to shout!
(To shout)
And they starts to shout!
(Starts to shout!)
(Starts to shout!)
(Starts to shout!)
And they starts to shout!
Somewhere in your heart.