She — текст песни (Sundays)

Shes all weak and her heart beats so

She cant speak with the lights so low



Just to be one of a crowd

Feet scuttling across the floor

Spinning lights round and round

Its adolescent war



She craves noise and the music blares

Girl calls to a boy (and my heart is true, oh to you)

He just stands and stares



Just to be one of a crowd

Feet scuttling across the floor

Spinning lights round and round

And its adolescent war

Shoes grind kick like crazy

And arms tangling up with hair

Shaking them up and down again

And hearts pounding everywhere



She slows down

Has the music gone

Or has she stayed too long?