Woorden:
Classic Crime The Seattle

is dull And dried up like the sound A voice makes when the heart grows cold And its going that way I think i'll move out of state Somewhere far from Seattle

I left a note on the table, I hope it finds you well I hope you don't hurt like you did, 'cause I'd just blame myself And I know its for me that I'm

life is dull And dried up like the sound A voice makes when the heart grows cold And its going that way I think i'll move out of state Somewhere far from Seattle

It's a beautiful landscape The sunset makes the coast look so clear It's the kind that makes you heart break But no one has those kind of problems here

All I can see is as far as my headlights can show me. And all of the roads look the same in each state that I drove in. As I grip the wheel, and I drift