كلمات Shasta

Baby look how far we've come Casualties are littered all the way Cause we got miles left to go To a place that I don't know They told me the ground was gold But I can't see it One last time through the woods In my old neighborhood It tastes so bittersweet I can't believe it Hands in the cement Stickers on the ceiling Falling asleep to the werewolves Pop the clutch on the v-dub Throwing pebbles at your window As we roll away in the pouring rain