Текст песни Stone Temple Pilots - Transmissions from a Lonely Room
Stone Temple Pilots - Transmissions from a Lonely Room слова песни
Miles above your circumstanceTheres water on your mindIve wrestled with convictionsAnd Ive settled with the tideIts more or less uncertaintyBut still you play the gameA pedicure wont change the scoreBut all of this will fadeSo low, better get onEverythings stopped (down)So slow, better get onEverythings slowed downTake a bath with consecrated waterFrom the shrineAnd wash away the mud of all theMiles you left behindTriplicates and wedding ringsBoth lethal to obtainSo batten down the credit cardsThe devils in the denSitar, guitar: robertPercussion: brendan