Текст песни Manic Street Preachers - From Despair to Where
Manic Street Preachers - From Despair to Where слова песни
I write this alone on my bedIve poisoned every room in the houseThe place is quiet and so alonePretend theres something worth waiting forTheres nothing nice in my headThe adult world took it all awayI wake up with same spit in my mouthI cannot tell if it is real or notI try and walk in a straight lineAn imitation of dignityFrom despair to whereFrom despair to whereOutside open mouthed crowdsPass each other as if theyre druggedDown pale corridors of routineWhere life falls unatonedThe weak kick like strawTill the world means less and lessWords are never enoughJust cheap tarnished glitterI try and walk in a straight lineAn imitation of dignityFrom despair to whereFrom despair to whereA cripple walks in a straight lineAn imitation of dignityFrom despair to whereFrom despair to where