Stuck کے بول

hey shall we wade through the room for the street and finally to me he asked me what i'm drinking my friend johnny tugging on my sleeve asked if i wanna leave and what i'm really thinking is why can't it be easy, easy why don't you leave me, leave me, leave me be i can't see us swaying i can't hear what you're saying i'm sitting here stuck and plastered to my seat i think of a reason to leave when you finally start speaking i'll take a a long stroll walked down washington street half asleep on my feet half aware if i'm dreaming i'll go home alone a sinking stone a switched-off telephone i'll go on briefly a frozen breeze a fallen down factory i still see us swaying but i can't hear what you're saying i just lost the plot got a little copped been a little knocked i just hit a wall had a little fall i felt a swinging wrecking ball and why should that be why don't you tell me why don't you tell me i'm sure you'll tell me why don't you tell me i guess you'd tell me tell me