Тексты песен The Sundays

Build me up don't get me down, weather the storm. Well, life goes on. Feelings ebb and flow by hour. You're up in the clouds, and then you sink like a stone. So do you fill yourself with pills to dead

Walk out in the back In the snow fallen covered tracks. I'm struck dumb, There is nothing in my head. Noise, don't make noise. But while the others are stone cold somber, I'm blind. Lost my voice, Lo