Thrillhouse Songtext
von Spraynard

This picture is gathering dust
So every few years I′ll brush it off
Along with the memories
And all the friendships I held so close to me
It's getting warm outside So maybe I′ll meet you underneath the highway
We can scratch the concrete
'Til it rocks our weed
From lifting each other up


I forget everything that you said
When you told me not to talk to strangers
Now these people seem so different
I forget you gave us food and a basic bed
We hope you know it means everything
Everything to us