Slow - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The girls are running round and turning heads

Of the boys upon the backstreet

Broken glass, graffiti on the wall

The dream left on the concrete

Now all the thoughts that I've tried to hide

Come knocking on the door with no invite

Come down slow

I miss the feeling of a broken home

And everyone here has a place to go

Everybody but

Morning calls again, there's no reply

When I'm back in the backseat

Bruises, scraping knees and starting fights

Then run away for the night

And all the thoughts that I've triеd to hide

Come knocking on the door with no invitе

Come down slow

I miss the feeling of a broken home

And everyone here has a place to go

Everybody but me

And everyone here has a place to go

Everybody but me