stone temple pilots

Waiting,On a Sunday afternoon For what I read between the lines Your lies Feelin Like a hand in rusted shame So do you laugh or does it cry? Reply Leavin, On a southern train Only yesterday you lied, Promises of what I seemed to be …

And I feel that time's a wasted go So where you going 'till tomorrow? And I see that these are lies to come So would you even care? And I feel it. - And she feels it. - Where you're going for tomorrow? Where you're …