Sometimes I dream about summer twenty years ago. Can I go back again? Sometimes I wonder if I could go back to being eight years old. Can I go back again? Sometimes the stars seem to be conscious of my memories. Can I go back again? Sometimes I romanticize my memories.
I'm just a machine, but my memories will fill the Universe. I won't come back again.
(If the wind in the grass is too much to handle, I won't be the one to force you to breathe. If the moon and stars are too bright for you, I won't be the one to make you see.)
I think that hope is a pure thing But I can't forget that whole sting That he wooed her with the greasiest smile And all my love turned into bile I lived in my car for a whileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
