Pyschedelic Furs (The)

Better Days
People call to say helloThey call to talk about the weatherAll the places I don't goThey call to talk to meAnd they've got names without a faceAnd they've got faces I don't seeFrom the corners of my mouthI hear your voice come falling downFrom the corners of my mouthCan't hear myself at allAll my senses in a knotIt gets too dark in here that I can't moveAnd I can't feel to touchAnd there's you standing in my clothesA perfect picture with you on my sideI never let it showFrom the corners of my mouthI hear your voice come falling downFrom the corners of my mouthCan't hear myself at allI can't seem to find my feetMy body's shaking, and my tongue can't moveLetras de cancionesI turn my head to speakI hear you call my nameI hear you calling meOn better days, on better daysFrom the corners of my mouthI hear your voice come falling downFrom the corners of my mouthCan't hear myself at allFrom the corners of my mouthI hear your voice come falling downFrom the corners of my mouthCan't hear myself at all From Letras Mania