When he speaks to her
Without looking at her
You sing the driest of words
With his minds on what's on the telly
Without looking at her
You sing the driest of words
With his minds on what's on the telly
The rumours pass on
As he staggers through the air
Knowing he won't get home
To the word of people in cars alone
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!
Think Tank
Blur: the Best of
13
Blur
Parklife
Modern Life Is Rubbish