Where Do We Go? کے بول

Sometimes I'm not trying, most the time I'm dying Deaf to things I think in my head Bright lights I'm not buying, traffic can’t stop crying Breathe in words I'm sinking instead Oh God, what do you know? Where do we go? What we gonna go through? Oh, yeah, reap what you sow Minds they will blow, what’s the fucking curfew? I'm not made of stone Telephone lines, who ya gonna call through? Lights shine on their own Where do we go? Where do we run to? Most the girls I care for, cost me more than tether Mares inside, the cows have been fed Cost me more than candles Waiting for the angles Death to things I think in my head Oh God, what do you know? Where do we go? What we gonna go through? Oh, yeah, reap what you sow Minds they will blow, what’s the fucking curfew? I'm not made of stone Telephone lines, who ya gonna call through? Lights shine on their own Where do we go? Where can we run to? Warning, warning, warning, warning Oh God, what do you know? Where do we go? What we gonna go through? Oh, yeah, reap what you sow Minds they will blow, what’s the fucking curfew? I'm not made of stone Telephone lines, who ya gonna call through? Lights shine on their own Where do we go? Where can we run to?