Echoes
The echoes of mutilation
Fills the silent central station
As I sit and wait
On my own again
I am the question
That I try to comprehend
I guess nothing really matters
In the end
Oh, the things he does
To keep you safe and warm
Oh, the things that I do
To take care of you too
He plays guitar
And he smells like leather and beer
I thought that I wanted
To have you near
Oh, the things he does
To keep you safe and warm
Oh, the things that I do
To take care of you too
Fills the silent central station
As I sit and wait
On my own again
I am the question
That I try to comprehend
I guess nothing really matters
In the end
Oh, the things he does
To keep you safe and warm
Oh, the things that I do
To take care of you too
He plays guitar
And he smells like leather and beer
I thought that I wanted
To have you near
Oh, the things he does
To keep you safe and warm
Oh, the things that I do
To take care of you too
Credits
Writer(s): Nyman Estrid
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