Broke
RICHARD GREENTREE, ROBIN JONES, JOHN MACLEAN, STEPHEN MASON
See my friends across the red sky why don't they fly
Simple truth is all I ask for but no reply
You won't cry for me, I'm twisting around my own head, falling around for me
Sitting in a tunnel watching other people go home
A night alone watching other people going home
I try to see it from the other side she loves me
But she knows I slide all night