I Was Playing Drums Songtext

and we belong to her.


Beneath the polaroid

the walls are groing on

and it gave, and it gave us hope

in the past when we were friends.


I deny, at the night

there's no where to walk no hurry

the machines, oh the machines they were all finre and full.


I can't grow without
a weapon or a dream

'cause we belong to her.

What is soft to touch

forever it will be

and we belong to her.