Traffic Sound – Calla – letras

Over, trip, and walkCrawl and call me upAgainst a simple thought I thought I hadYou, inside my armsInside my handsParalyzing every sense I’ve ever hadOver silent talkWhy’d She pick me upArnold in the backseat sitting silentyTracing passing lightsTremble on with meDreaming of a simple life We’ll never see