Тексты песен The Hoosiers

People are puppets, held together with string. There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him, As he asked me to pray to the god He doesn't believe in. Time and again boys race to be men Impatient

Used to be Used to be love But it doesn't matter, no it doesn't matter Used to be Used to be love But it doesn't matter, now it doesn't matter at all Let's make up our life I'll pretend I'm doing fine