Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends , by - Love Spit Love. Song from the album Trysome Eatone, in the genre ПопRelease date: 08.09.1997
Record label: Maverick Recording Company
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends , by - Love Spit Love. Song from the album Trysome Eatone, in the genre ПопFriends |
| I’m staring at the front door in my coat |
| It’s kinda rainy |
| I’ve a feeling i don’t want to know |
| I’m walking down the pavement |
| Here i go |
| I’m heading for a place |
| I’ve been a million times before |
| And there’s a thousand better ways |
| That i could spend my time |
| Than coversation with somebody |
| Where the sun don’t shine |
| There’s lots of people i can be around |
| And not pretend |
| That i’ve been everywhere before |
| And i call 'em my friends |
| Friends |
| Somebody’s got a party where i go |
| I wish i lost the invitation |
| There’s nobody there i know |
| Conversation gets too loud |
| Too many people want to talk |
| I wish they’d turn it all down |
| And everybody’s got |
| A million different points of view |
| But when you’re looking out the window |
| That they’re looking through |
| Don’t you think it’s kinda stupid |
| Trying to jump onto the rat race |
| Train that’s going the same way too |
| And there’s a thousand better ways |
| That i could spend my time |
| Than coversation with somebody |
| Where the sun don’t shine |
| There’s lots of people i can be around |
| And not pretend |
| That i’ve been everywhere before |
| And i call 'em my friends |
| Friends |
| I look at my reflection on their wall |
| I feel so empty |
| I’m surprised to see my face in there at all |
| I make up an excuse to call my phone |
| And less than 20 minutes later |
| I’m in a taxi heading home |
| And richard burton’s on a benderz |
| Trying to get back home |
| He’s never been so many miles |
| From back where he comes from |
| He must be 20 times the legal limit |
| Staring at the end |
| There’s not a telephone for miles |
| I want to talk to my friends |
| There’s a thousand better ways |
| That i can spend my time |
| Than coversation with somebody |
| Where the sun don’t shine |
| There’s lots of people i can be around |
| And not pretend |
| That i’ve been everywhere before |
| And i call 'em my friends |
| Friends |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| More Than Money | 1997 |
| Fall on Tears | 1997 |
| All God's Children | 1997 |
| It Hurts When I Laugh | 1997 |
| November 5 | 1997 |
| Sweet Thing | 1997 |
| 7 Years | 1997 |
| Long Long Time | 1997 |
| Well Well Well | 1997 |
| Believe | 1997 |
| Little Fist | 1997 |