Pictures With Skiba – Back To The Party – letras

best times were grown on this street, planted by our feet, and pickedto haunt just me, i still walk at this block alone, 2 steps a second, 120 beatsper minute, holding hands with apparations,my own two steps forforgetting …shoes laced with and anagrams clues, dance me to Ohio, where innocent hearts were torn, torn in two, and those pipes holdmemories, of, ties and lures.vandal walls, built with red handsand liars, where open books describe broken eyes, (and broken eyes provide),empty looks of, faceless friends and crafty crooks, they are all here, we’reall here ..shoes laced with and anagrams clues, dance me to Ohio, where innocent hearts were torn, torn in two, and those pipes holdmemories, of, ties and lures.dadada da da da,dadada da da da,da da dadadada,dadada da da da,there is nothing more to say, when a friend goes away,nothing feels the same, without you, (nothing feels the same), nothing feelsthe same, without you.