A keresés eredménye

And Then I Find Myself at My Wits' End

Wearing unfamiliar clothes
You just left the room
Having fixed your hair
Leaving stuff on the table
Why don't you fill your world
With everything that doesn't make you sad
With every last one
And then I find myself at my wits' end
 
The limousine where we fooled around
Is fading away with your hands on the wheel
Couldn't be kind