In my time of dying all i´ve grown to be english can´t define these feelings i keep waiting there´s a strange time called trying that´s vague like us i can always try harder which means i never try enough my mind is always crying concentration, saturation, an arquaintance is so nieve or just a blind soul fifty and a month is so long for some understanding becomes my snair the harder i struggle the more confined i become does quanity stop at empty does quality stop with you (chorus) fifty and a month is just a blink for me fifty and a month Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.