Writer(s): Robert DeLeo, Scott Weiland
Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
For what I read between the lines
Your lies
Feelin' like a hand in rusted chains
So do you laugh at those who cry
reply?
Leavin' on a southern train
Only yesterday you lied
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by
All of these things you said to me
Breathing is the hardest thing to do
With all I've said and all that's dead for you
You lied Goodbye
Leavin' on a southern train
Only yesterday you lied...
Promises of what I seemed to be
Only watched the time go by ...
All of these things I said to you
