Letras
God only knows,
what, what I will do, with you!
God only knows,
what, what I will do, with you!
These crooked legs won't walk on the sand,
And words, they don't make any sound,
It all looks different these days,
But it's still the same,
It's still the same.
"So miss me,
let me go."
Said the man with the book of spells.
"No time we'll waste on sorrow,
so miss me,
let me go."
These crooked legs won't walk on the sand,
And words, they don't make any sound,
It all looks different these days,
But it's still the same,
It's still the same.
Everybody's home,
now.
Everybody's home,
now.
Everybody's home,
now.
Everybody's home.
