Alba s touto skladbou:
New Morning,
I put my on my usual
Packed a picture from my cubicle
All I can think about is you
I´m still bleeding...
I´m still bleeding
Took the L to Union Square
Watch the pretty girls comb their hairs
They turn away as I turn and stare
But I´m still bleeding...
I´m still bleeding
These thoughts of pain don´t make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
And these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Took a call from an old, old friend
Out of money in jail again
Posted bail and took him in
But I´m still bleeding...
We´re both bleeding
These thoughts of pain don´t make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
And these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Keep with us, these fallen, these fallen faces
These thoughts of pain don´t make a sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
And these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
They don´t make and sound
They keep us hidden in the lost and found
And these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us..
We keep with us, these fallen faces
