Il testo della Wilson blvd

A piece of string
Holding everything, together
Unraveling
About to give way
A silver sphere
Baring scar
There's a wheel somewhere, about to lose control

I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson boulevard
Camera 1-a

The kettle boils
And overflows
They paint the prison walls pink
Flood gates are opening
The ivory tower sings

I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson boulevard
Camera 1-a

I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson boulevard
Camera 1-a