59 Yards Songtext
von The Dead Lovers

59 yards from your house to my house
59 yards away
There′s a white car waiting to take me
Waiting to take me, waiting to take me
59 yards from your house to my house
59 yards away

And I can't help thinking about it
I can′t help thinking about it
I can't help thinking about it
One day I'm going to die


Telephone lines scratch my name out
Across the sky
There′s a white car waiting to take me
Waiting to take me, Waiting to take me
Telephone lines scratch my name out
Across the sky

Keep seeing something flicker
In the corner of my eye
There′s a white car waiting to take me
Waiting to take me, Waiting to take me
Keep seeing something flicker
In the corner of my eye

And I can't help thinking about it
I can′t help thinking about it
I can't help thinking about it
One day I′m going to die

And I can't help thinking about it...