Buffalo - Made Out Of Babies

He’ll never tell you anything

Not even a joke

He used ho have faces

For all of his places

Now he walks with a limp

You can find her down a dusty road

She keeps a stutter polished for company

And pretends to be deaf in one ear

Ane she’s been watching the same road

For fifteen years

Waiting

The sun will rise and fall

They just want to lay down now

So long through all these years

No words said, and no bells sound it out

Just one throught through all time

To make his way back to her side

Just one throught through all time

To me

His way

To her side

To me

His way

To her side

Her side

Her side