ну почему лучшую музыку делают в Манчестере?
Youre as tight as a hunters trap
Hidden well, what are you concealing
Poker face, carved in stone
Amongst friends, but all alone
Why do you hide
Say something, say something, anything
Ive shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind
Take a drug to set you free
Strange fruit from a forbidden tree
Youve got to come down soon
More than a drug is what I need
Need a change of scenery
Need a new life
Say something, say something anything
Ive shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind
Say something
Im open wide, open wondering
Have you swallowed everything
Pay me in kind