Paroles de The Fray

Bottom of the ninth inning Out which i stray through the crowd First it was what i call quiet Then it was biblic'ly loud You should have seen how they tumbled You should have seen how they danced You should have seen them all luscious and lean As they flew by the seat of their pants It was not the boilin' frustration It was not they cannot care less It was not the face of that reverend place In the horrible state of undress I moved in a way i call mindless I flatter myself a move true I carved out a "j" in the spectators fray Because that's just the thing that we do Yes, i carved out my name in the ninth of the game Because that's just a thing that we do