ฟังเพลงWithout Meaning

Without Meaning - Sunday's Best

9:00 am. She gets in the car hoping things

will change this time around.

"I wonder what they're going to say now,"

She whispers as she reaches for the radio dial.

She's lost all her feeling,

She thinks they are scheming;

It's a game she plays in her head.

She's lost all her feeling,

She thinks they are scheming;

It's a game she plays in her head.

This is it. This life.

This is what you wanted all along. all along.

This is it. This life.

This is what you wanted all along. all along.

He watches the wheels turn around,

each revolution passing him by.

"I give myself 2 years, he cheers.

2 has turned to 5 to "way too long."

He's alive and he's breathing,

But living without meaning.

He might as well be dead.

He's alive and he's breathing,

But living without meaning.

He might as well be dead.

This is it. This life.

This is what you wanted all along. all along.

This is it. This life.

This is what you wanted all along. all along.

Don't hold back. Take it to the people.

You know these things will turn your head around

head around

Don't hold back. Take it to the people.

You know these things will turn your head around

head around

They rolled over paths to travel

Streets of gold (now turned to gravel).

They forgot to roll

the map out in their search for hope or glamour

This is it. This life.

This is what you wanted all along. all along.

This is it. This life.

This is what you wanted all along. all along.

Don't hold back. Take it to the people.

You know these things will turn your head around

head around