My Friends Songtext
von Pop Crimes

Wait for me i can′t follow you
Down the hall of your crazy mind

The things you did to me was automatic
The way you felt for me was automatic

I hope you'll die near to me
With all our fine good memory

The things you did to me was automatic
The way you felt for me was automatic


Wait another day and
Think about the trees we′ve built it away, my friend!

Again, i crie, i crie like a window pain and
Down the hall of your crazy mind

The things you did to me was automatic
The way you felt for me was automatic

Wait another day and
Think about the trees we've built it away, my friend!
Wait another day and
Think about the trees we've built it away, my friend!