My friend
Sister, speak, and roll apart
Slow me down, impede my thought
Say, my friend, a shrink to them
My kilt is spent, control has left
Is scarred
Is scarred
Is scarred
Is scarred
It seems, my friend, you're in the end
The truth trends praise
Just counting days
Is scarred
Is scarred
Is scarred
Is scarred
Mi amigo
Hermana, habla y suéltate
Frena un poco, detén mi pensamiento
Dime, amigo, un psicólogo para ellos
Mi falda está gastada, el control se ha ido
Está marcado
Está marcado
Está marcado
Está marcado
Parece, amigo, que estás al final
La verdad tiende a alabar
Solo contando días
Está marcado
Está marcado
Está marcado
Está marcado
Escrita por: Sophie Thatcher