You were by my side on the frontline Do you remember? Do you remember?
Casualties of the punk wars
Buried in leather, in leather
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends Waves of conversations break in on shores of my head again
Furnishments dumpstered or groundscored You didn´t even need that money Everything you own a hatchback Battered and musty
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends Tide filled with hopeless drunks sinking deeper into their sins Try to be here now, I only ask you when
Reach out Reach out Reach out
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends Waves of conversation break in on shores of my head again