So as I stand here dying of silence tonight The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan You will return again Why? I ask myself sometimes Dine on small
So as I stand here dying of silence tonight, The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan You will return again, [chorus:] Why? I ask myself sometimes
Bản dịch: Phantom Planet. Dying Of Silence.
do I care You vanish today Not the first time I hear All the lies What am I to do with all this silence Shy away, shy away phantom Run away terrified