A Birthday Party Band
Текст песни Fugitive Blues

this is not my table,
this is not my bad
these are not my books and
this is someone else's shelf
at night I hear voices
say it's not my place
I repeat it to myself

these are not my hands,
this is not my head
this is not my body
it belongs to someone else
strangers on the street
say that I should leave
but I don't know where to go

days turn into nights
nights turn into days
I sleep in my clothes
I'm prepared to go away