Текст песни Bottom Line - Navarone

Bottom Line

A thousand souls have filled this seat
Patiently waiting — a friend in need
No gain, no loss
Worn out and waiting
Another million thoughts
Need direction
In this state of mind
Climbing up to the bottom line
A thousand sights have brought him here
Secretly longing — a mind set out of here
A focused pace
No need to rest
Still he fills the empty space
A single heart who did not know
Just for a reason, why he came to go
And he was paralyzed — indecisiveness he chose
When the seat becomes vacant
He will let you know
Yeah, he will let you know