The Good Times are killing me
The Good Times are killing me
The Good Times are killing me
The Good Times are killing me
The Good Times are killing me
The Good Times are killing me

The Good Times are killing me


Repetición
Abandono



Repetición
Abandono



Repetición
Abandono



Everyone's a building burning
with no one to put the fire out.
Standing at the window looking out,
waiting for time to burn us down.
Everyone's an ocean drowning
with no one really to show how.
They might get a little better air
if they turned themselves into a cloud.