But when I'm here,
I leave behind,
What I don't need
'Cause everytime I walk these streets I know they're mine.
It's just another day,
Living here this way,
Nothing ever troubles me,
And I say, "Lalalaa lalalaala, Lalalaa lalalaala la,
Everything's ok."
Oh these roads they should talk,
Yeah, feels good just to walk,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.
Grey clouds up above,
But you still gotta love,
These streets of nowhere,
These streets of nowhere.
-Lostprophets