Текстове на песни: Friska Viljor. The Street Sound Like This.

The street sounds like a monster
grinding it's teeth all the time
looking for something to chew on
and i'm the only one it can find
i'm here down by my bed and
hiding my breach in my throath
beads of sweat on my forehead
it's gonna fine me soon i can tell

i'm always afraid of things that don't
make sense of me or i'll die
to take me back to when i was a child

i run around in circles
don't know what to do with myself
thinking oh my god it will blow now
if i don't forget about this
i need someone to talk to
to get my mind out of this
but it's too late they're not gonna answer
i have to try anyway

i'm always afraid of things that don't
make sense of me or i'll die
to take me back to when i was a child