Текст: Left Unsaid. Other. Drogan's Decoder Wheel.

wake up and go on a windy road.
city limits lights will slowly go away.
as the seasons change the people rearrange in your head.
the further I get, I still can't understand.
I don't want to grow up.
I away. have patience now and we can't slow down like the day they saved it's on.
is there something? goodbye.
I only hope I don't say goodbye.
will you keep these memories down, I'm trying to sleep.
cross the county line...bicho's smoking kine...15 hours away.
7 states to go...no one's at the show...how long until our day?