Torched from Unavoidable by The Development

A friend of a friend said you were no friend
And that was the end, that was the end
Nobody talked, maybe nobody knew
And you just disappeared into the blue
Sometimes in a window, I think I see your face
Then it's gone again, back to whatever place
Whatever place you've found, wherever you've gone to ground
I hope you're happy and you're content

10 different stories told 20 different ways
The mob has its voice and the mob will get its say
Tiny little scenes in tiny little rooms
And there's nowhere to hide when that voice looms
Sometimes in the morning crowd, I think I see your face
Then it's gone again, back to whatever place
Whatever place you've found, wherever you've gone to ground
I hope you're happy, and you're content

I never said I wanted you to go
I never said I wanted you to go
I never said I wanted you to know
I never said I wanted you to know
I never said I wanted you

• Rock
• interesting
• post-punk
• post-rock
• rock
• Oakland