Paroles de Apartament 413

Apartment 413 Last day of January Snowing but hard to see Just tiny ice I think Kettle's not whistling But the sound of it rings Reaching out Reaching out Unlock the door to the room you're in, Lord Feel your bass through the wall Got my face on the floor Reaching out Apartment 413 Just trying to get some sleep Hoping to not believe The thoughts that you don't want me I'm chained to my brain Fires No fire escape I'm reaching out Reaching out Unlock the door to the room you're in, Lord Feel your bass through the wall Got my face on the floor Reaching out Perhaps there's silence in protection Silence in a test Silence in the growing I suppose silence is for the best I guess Reaching out Reaching out Unlock the door to the room you're in, Lord Feel your bass through the wall Got my face on the floor Reaching out