1987 Roundabouts (Demo) – Campo – letras

We are all out of touchReminds me of saintsReminds me of someone or something elseDon’t give me no reasonsDon’t give me a lame explanation of something you heard beforeWe are hanging aroundWe are getting alongComing and going and goingWe are having some funGreat roundaboutsNo expectations just waitingShooting me downI’m hearing that soundYou re getting much closerMy eyes are shutPeople are running and moving and gettingAlong the wayYour making me cryWasting my timeI’m stopping by at no man’s landA long time agoYou were aloneBut no one remembers you lost that war