Care Of

Текст песни Luca Fogale - Care Of

Did I hear you call my name
Standing on a ledge
Stuck inside your games
Blood a softened red
Readied for the winds
Waiting for a friend
How anything begins
Can't be how this ends

But I can't picture what's to come
Care of anyone
I can't picture what's to come
Care of anyone

There was something that was said
Barely out of range
About giving up your say
And dying on a stage
That I try to forget
I'm still here anyway
Patient in my place
Not turning the next page

But I can't picture what's to come
Care of anyone
I can't picture what's to come
Care of anyone
I can't picture what's to come
Care of anyone
I can't picture what's to come
Care of anyone