Beneath these feet, underneath the thick concrete…
There used to be a sandy beach, but no one will ever know
Flowers used to grow beneath the paving stones
Valentine Days Halloween Nights
These are supposed to be the best days of our lives
Now we're stuck in the middle Stuck in the middle
Days like weeks, patiently we plot and scheme
To bring you to your knees with hearts pinned to our sleeves
Flowers used to grow beneath the paving stones
Valentine Days Halloween Nights
These are supposed to be the best days of our lives
Now we're stuck in the middle Stuck in the middle