Call Me A Cab

Tim Roth

A smile on your face goes a long way to brighten their day
So when they pass by, don't let it die. It all fades to grey
The weight of the world held up by teeth. Isn't that neat?
Improbable stress builds in the neck, the heart slows its beat

Call me a drag, I'm getting out. Out of this place
Call me a cab, I'm taking off without a trace

Your furnace is cold. The wind starts to blow, still you put on a show
The acrobats swing, the lion is king, and cannonballs glow
The trumpets collapse and set off the traps. The ground falls below
A journalist writes of terrible sights and drowns me in snow

Call me a drag, I'm getting out. Out of this place
Call me a cab, I'm taking off without a trace

Call me a drag, I'm getting out. Out of this place
Call me a cab, I'm taking off without a trace

Beliebteste Lieder von Tim Roth

Andere Künstler von Progresive metal