Liza Lyrics

Just one step until the closedown

Sealing on my fool's routes

Concealing my indignation

We sat during the verge of drying

Just worrying about retirements

Good luck with your avocations

Waiting for the lone worms to come

Rising through the ceiling's walls

We're just mistaken

For every infatuation

It leads to the fact now

I see love is pure and

The need is weak

As I can't take these

Happy things for grant

Now that I'd fit in

We could talk - through the cracks

Now the vault is sealed

Hit against it