a ball is bouncing faster
between the hands of the quintet
playing two on three
smeared glass window, looking through
holding on to what ever's left of you
everone is waiting
broken wings hold us down
words are meaning less
we're ignoring more
a ball is bouncing faster
between the hands of the quintet
playing two on three
smeared glass window, looking through
holding on to what ever's left of you
everone is waiting
broken wings hold us down
words are meaning less
we're ignoring more
between the hands of the quintet
playing two on three
smeared glass window, looking through
holding on to what ever's left of you
everone is waiting
broken wings hold us down
words are meaning less
we're ignoring more
a ball is bouncing faster
between the hands of the quintet
playing two on three
smeared glass window, looking through
holding on to what ever's left of you
everone is waiting
broken wings hold us down
words are meaning less
we're ignoring more