Letra da Música Round Here Panic! At The Disco

Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white
And in between the Moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and rightI walk in the air, between the rain
Through myself and, back again, where?
I don't know
But Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don't knowRound here
We always stand up straight
Round here
Something radiatesWell, Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
It's like she's walking on a wire in the circusShe parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervousRound here
We're carving out our names
Round here
We all look the sameRound here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here
She's slipping through my handsOh, sleeping children, better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightningShe says it's only in my head
She says: Shhh, I know it's only in my head
She said: Did you think that you were dreaming?
I said: NoDid you think that you were dreaming?
I said: No
Did you think that you were dreaming?
I said: Sometimes I don't knowThere's a girl on the car out in the parking lot
And she says: Come on, ya know, come on, just take a shot
And she says: Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
Can't you see my walls are tumbling down?Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?
Can't you see my Sun stop spinning around?
Can't you see the sky turn black and brown?
Can't you see the Moon is flashing round?Can't you see me?
Can't you see me?
Can't you see me?
No!There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot
Says: Man, why don't you take a shot?
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?
And then she looks up at the building
She says she's thinking of jumping
She says she's tired of life
She must be tired of somethingRound here
She's always on my mind
Round here, hey, man, got lots of timeRound here we're never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very lateI can't see nothing, nothing round here
So will you catch if I'm falling?
Will you catch me if I'm falling?
Will you catch me? 'Cause I'm falling down on youI said I'm under the gun round here
Man, I said I'm under the gun round here
But I can't see nothing, nothing
Round here

Composição: Adam Duritz / Charlie Gillingham / Chris Roldan / Dan Jewett / Dave Janusko / David Bryson / Matthew Malley / Steve Bowman.