One Thousand Five Songtext
von The Prids

If it has to stop
Let it be all that you could take
Somewhere a nightmare of you is living out a day
We will lose our shape It all comes out
No matter how we′re loved
You might wanna look the other way

If we complete this fall I'll probably land right next to you
Can′t carve a star out of us
Lost that picture that you drew
I will see it alone
Does it move too fast to watch it close
You might wanna look the other way