Letra de Trona

For now there’s no heat getting colder. Pulled over tired and lost with no luck

Tightly clinging and all around you is falling

Get down. Don’t understand why you adjust the pictures on the wall. And then when all is said and done, every one of them will fall

Stumbling through our clutter. Sick, sorry, sad, and dumb. But that’s us. We go on

And it is hard to come to terms when every time you lose you learn that we were meant to die alone