Aunque Padre Y Madre - Angel Brown Lyrics

I don't blame you for clothes on the floor
Table, chairs, odd stares
That door, door won't open
Didn't hear no laughing 'cause we were all praying
The phone wasn't ringing
Your name, that won't open
And news news on and on
Talking talk
We're waiting, that door, door won't open
Dirt in the glares, smell of our hair, shoes we weren't wearing
That door, door won't open
Didn't hear no singing 'cause we were all crying
Station to station
The same, that won't door
And news and news on and on
Talking talk
We're waiting, that door, door won't open
It was alright, it was alright, it was alright
It was alright, it was alright
A long night