Desert City Soundtrack
Текст песни Second Sickness

Let's pick up where you left me.
Said i promise, don't hold that against me.
If you do, let me go.
Somewhat protected.
I knew i was wrong and self - injected. caught up in my painful lies.
Could you pull me out of this mess?
After all this life is a complete mess.
Borrow a slow moving conversation.
Carry it into another room.
No it's yours, no it's mine.
Lets carry it on.
Could we carry our own lives on?