The States

Hide Hide Hide Hide You abandon your luggage at the abandoned bus station You lose your umbrella to the sideways rain You go over your story again and again You abandon your luggage at the abandoned bus station You chuck your umbrella at the sideways rain You go over your story again and again But it makes no sense, not the third or the fourth time No matter where you stick it, trouble's gonna shine Through your window, through your front door You abandon your luggage at the abandoned bus station Forget about your troubles in the sideways rain You went to Montreal, you went to Spain But it doesn't make sеnse, not the third or the fourth timе No matter how you frame it, sun ain't gonna shine Through your window or your front door Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide Hide!