| LYRICS It seems so strange when all the worries arrive No one can be found It feels so sad with all the days gone by The phone won't make a sound Here me calling Here me crying For something... Here me calling Watch me waiting For anything... Why are the best of us destined for obscurity? It's such a shame that Those who stand with a mike in hand Have nothing to say... Our Country points to the beautiful ones As if this was our goal But no real inspiration can come when Too many troglodytes roam I stood expectant a top of the hill Waiting for your spring See me crying from my window sill Waiting, I'm still waiting Why are our People's behavior so despicable? You know it would mean a lot If we shut out the meanness for only a day Can someone tell me why The spell has been broken? Why no one has arrived? We're exposed, here in the open Tonight... |
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| CONTACT Ramin Streets rdstreets@hotmail.com www.myspace.com/raminstreets |
