Letra de A Hundred Stories
Woods walls and neon signs They're all elbows and eyes And how they speak makes sense to the sound Of the rain outside.They'll make it sound so cheap; Like mornings are all this fine. Sleeping through tears and slippery nights that will soon cake and dry I'm not asking why.We left a note in your car in a place where you'll look and you'll find out on the way back home, the sunset is someone's.From fast clouds to clear sky, No one's asking why Through reflections and handprints I can still see for miles.I see couches I could sleep on And tell a hundred stores Of fatherless friends and friendless fathers And those who'll notice that some can stay in while some are left out, And somehow we all fall asleep tonight.