Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

Sun comes up on the old neighborhood
Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood
Well I don't know where
I'm gonna be next
I don't care where I'm gonna be

chorus :
Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

Some people like to call me Chuck
It's Charles and you
Are shit outta luck

If you think you know
What happens next
You think you know
What happens

chorus

Sun goes down on
The old neighborhood
Dark, damp the stop
Where I once stood

I don't know where
The bus stops next
And I don't care where
The bus stops

chorus

The sound of fear
I can't hear
The sound of fear