Slow

Girls are running round in certain heads Of the boys up on the backstreet Broken glass, graffiti on the wall The dream left on the concrete Now all the thoughts that I've tried to hide Come knocking on the door with no invite Come down slow I miss the feeling of a broken home And everyone here has a place to go Everybody but Morning calls again, there's no reply When I'm back in the backseat Bruises, scraping knees and starting fights Then run away for the night And all the thoughts that I've tried to hidе Come knocking on the door with no invite Comе down slow I miss the feeling of a broken home And everyone here has a place to go Everybody but me Everybody but me And everyone here has a place to go Everybody but me Everybody but me Everybody but me Everybody but me