A Street Scene کے بول

I'm sure you can make it. Flipside now nothing changes. I run past your street deserted; Fading light on your fading face Incision. Carved out. No trace of doubt. I can't extract the truth, you know it. But what you give you get. While this place spins like a heavy doorway. But you've seen it all. Pretence. Rip this town. You turn my world upside down Incision. Carved out. No trace of doubt. I can't extract the truth, you know it. But what you give you get. While this place spins like a heavy doorway. But you've seen it all. Gather it around: you built it up to tear it down.