Il testo della Torch yourself

The Gloria Record

Data di rilascio : 10/11/1998

Durata : 0:08:

Stile : Rock

This town has no seasons
It's the middle of october,
And you'd think there'd be a nice,
Cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong).
The summer lingers here for half of the year
And i'm convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun.
I fell asleep on paper wings.
These people have no feelings
Their heads are the only things that ever teach them anything about love.
And i'm not sad, i just want to trust someone so badly.
I just want something beautiful to happen here right now.
I fell asleep on paper wings.
These words have no manners
They come to me at night when i am trying to sleep
(and shake me violently, like it's the end of the world or something).
And i wake up on paper wings.