I'm going
to
my filature.
To sew
my sensitive nature.
I put so much into the pager,
but the voices drowns out by drum-major.
Bad boy, could you smoke all my
tension?
I’m rolling
on the
depression.
There’s a sign at soul door «ATTENTION!
Inside so lonely,
be carefu-u-u-ul!
And you go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
to the glo-o-o-o-o-o-ow...
And you go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o....
But ti-i-i-i-me
is up...
So...run!
My lo-o-o-ve
on the run.
I’m feeling
down.
My lo-o-o-ve
in my gun.
I’m bleeding
in stun.
My lo-o-o-ve
on the run.
I’m feeling
down.
My lo-o-o-ve
in my gun.
I’m bleeding
in stun.
I want to go in car
so fast
and without
looking
a-head.
to drink sunshine like the
cherry red.
to skip the anger of
this land.
The world is lo-ne-ly place of
lonely people. And I-i-i
made off..
Like a murmuration,
we fly
side by side, but again we do not touch
each other. I’m thinking: Why-y-y?
I’m dancing with deep arcane sky.
And you go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
to the glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow...
And you go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...
But ti-i-i-i-me
is up...
So...run!
My lo-o-o-ve
on the run.
I’m feeling
down.
My lo-o-o-ve
in my gun.
I’m bleeding
in stun.
My lo-o-o-ve
on the run.
I’m feeling
down.
My lo-o-o-ve
in my gun.
I’m bleeding
in stun.