The sadness in your eyes,
Step around the walls we've built to defend We're close to the end of Watch us now, forward not back. Late, too late to change the track
I'm sorry for the echoes. And it gets us down again.
I'm sorry for the echoes. And it gets us down again.
In a way so absurd to believe
I'm sorry for the echoes. Breathe (sorry, sorry), oh And it gets us down again.
Breathe (it gets us down again), I'm sorry for the echoes. Breathe (it gets us down again), oh And it gets us down again. More from Fool's Garden