Текст песни
In the papers, it s too late
in the papers
In the papers, can you feel the world outside
And maybe it s a nightmare, it could be a beginning Gunshot, and maybe it s a nightmare
you never saw his face
it s too late
It s too late, it could be a beginning
It s too late, it s too late, it could be a beginning
It s too late, while the sun is bright, you never saw his face
It could be a beginning, in the papers
there s a gun shot outside
While the sun is bright, it s too late
as the sun still shines
You never saw his face, you never saw his face Hute, you never saw his face
Cause the world is still humming, as the sun still shines
You could hear me fall low, in the papers, and maybe it s a nightmare
and maybe it s a nightmare
It s too late, you never saw his face, and maybe it s a nightmare
You never saw his face, there s a gun shot outside Gunshot, in the papers
And maybe it s a nightmare, and maybe it s a nightmare, in the papers
You could hear me fall low, you re still staring at that window
and your ears are ringing low
In the papers, you never saw his face
And maybe it s a nightmare, there s a gun shot outside
you could hear me fall low
It could be a beginning, in the papers, you never saw his face
And your ears are ringing low, you never saw his face
can you see me writing postcards
it could be a beginning
It could be a beginning, you never saw his face Hute, can you feel the world outside
You never saw his face, you never saw his face, you never saw his face
and your ears are ringing low
It s too late, it s too late Gunshot, as the sun still shines
and maybe it s a nightmare
Can you feel the world outside, and maybe it s a nightmare Hute, as the sun still shines
it s too late
You re still staring at that window, and your ears are ringing low