Lyrics

The worst thing to do was just accept it With no reservations but just some silence It was an evil routine, and old exhaustion So sleepy headed, in the midst of disaster And I saw you there just twisting your hair And I shuffled my papers And gathered my plastics How do you prepare for something so tragic? Trapped in your cold and sickly silence You spoke your volumes I fired glances It was a city of smoke around your forehead A torturous signal of everything to come I saw you there just twisting your hair And I shuffled my papers And gathered my plastics How do you prеpare for something so drastic?