Letra de
Placebo Headwound

Where does outer space end?
It's sort of hard to imagine
Is it real?
Is it nothing, nothing?
Cause it's not so clear anymore to me
Why do birds always fly south
When sometimes it's warm in your headwound
Is that nothing, nothing?
Cause it's not so clear anymore to me
And if God hears all my questions
Well how come there's never an answer?
Is it nothing, nothing?