PLTS - Astoria

Текст песни

Stumbling down the halls I’m leaving
Fighting with the thought
Of calling you again, I’m calling you again
4 A.M., the bag is empty
Rising to the fall
Of calling you again, I’m calling you again
Pick up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick up, pick up, pick up
I’m outta my head
Can’t get you outta my head
And I walk above the drunken sleaze
Don’t sleep, Astoria
We could meet along Lawson Street
Don’t sleep, Astoria
I believe in romance, baby
Come and sink some more
I’m calling you again, I’m calling you again
My polyphonic thoughts of you
Are rotten to the core
I’m calling out again, I messed it up again
Pick up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick up, pick up, pick up
I’m outta my head
Can’t get you outta my head
And I walk above the drunken sleaze
Don’t sleep, Astoria
We could meet along Lawson Street
Don’t sleep, Astoria
(I'm outta my head)
(Can't get you outta my head)
And I walk above the drunken sleaze
Don’t sleep, Astoria
(Can't get you outta my head)
We could meet along Lawson Street
Don’t sleep, Astoria
I’m outta my head
Can’t get you outta my head
And I walk above the drunken sleaze
Don’t sleep, Astoria
We could meet along Lawson Street
Don’t sleep, Astoria