Cubicle — текст песни (Treble Charger)

The news absconded all

Past duely marked

Of what you wanted done

? ? ? ? ? ? been ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

He walked around his stuff

As she ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The manager speaks of him

Twenty five years down



Chorus:



Theres nothing there at all

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

It doesnt matter at all

The emptiness on his face

Now youve put wrong

The simple moments of

Tempering the night

Stand around my ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Of whats involved

From arguments left out

Cant you hear the call