Personal Affairs – Daan – letras

this highway¹s struck by hungerand sinners without toolsbut there¹ll be nothing saved from this shipnot even personal affairsthe ones you loved you miss themand the ones you haven¹t tooyou knew this cloud would rain on youso you stood there the whole night thruand packing I don¹t need thingsthey washed away my broommy horse there¹s crying but I don¹t care for personal affairsI blew up every station and threw away my keysguided by emotion like personal affairsthe crowd was not applauding the sun was infraredeveryone surrenderred to personal affairsthis is not what I intended I never signed that dealbut I recognise your footprints positively reading the seallike painters on a loose scalethey concentrate on linescommercialised involvement in personal affairslike all the ones who read itthe pawn shop telling menwill get a new infusion for personal affairsget a new infusion for personal affairswell everyone surrenderred to personal affairs