There's a place near the station
A proud family was kicked off by the door
No home to go, no place to sleep
Waiting with the suitcase on hands
Their shoes without hole, full of past
The son was so deep inside
Nobody cried just sweated
Nobody leaving nobody died
The daughter of his boss was shocked
She hasn't been touched before
Maybe they will move
Somewhere faraway faraway eyes
They didn't move before their son get shot
Waiting with the suitcase on hands
Ther shoes without hole, full of past
The son was so deep inside
The daughter of his boss was shocked
She hasn't been touched before

Composição: Forgotten Boys