Woorden: Turin Brakes. The Optimist. The Optimist.

Sitting here staring out the window
Traffic always makes me feel like I?m coming home.
Cold blood bleeding still at least I?m breathing.
Patiently waiting clinging to my mobile phone.
Cracked skulls with a creepy mind inside.
I?m planning the greatest of escapes you know.
Patiently waiting in the line.
Soon I?m gonna stand up
Yeah I?m gonna rear up and there?s no escape.
Lonely planet

Cold blood bleeding still at least I?m breathing.
Patiently waiting soon I?m gonna take control.
Cracked skulls with a creepy mind inside.
I?m planning the greatest of escapes you know.
Patiently waiting in the line.
Soon I?m gonna stand up
Yeah I?m gonna rear up and there?s no escape.
Lonely planet

Oh its too late lonely planet