Texty:
House Of Heroes Suburba

in black, all reflecting exploding light Crept up to a house, big and white, with the back door open wide There's no owner, Among suburban paupers [Chorus

We gotta hold onto hope, In this heartless world we gotta hold on to hope, We gotta let it go, Or it'll eat us alive we gotta let it go. Do you know

Here's to wasted time Here's to wasted time Watching the tree's swaying in the breeze The corners of my mind The corners of my mind Are folding to meet