Walking inside your room I feel as if I'm lost it wast last year June when you went out of sight but not out of mind and I had to stay and put the past behind wandering around the brine we're often used to stare at in summertime I feel as if you stand on the waterside don't you think there's something left untried standing at the place we met I agree to be as you said have to laugh about myself yeah I do; yeah I do I should cry about myself and my sick behaviour but I can't keep a straight face I don't know what I should do I feel totally displaced I feel out of place what you've said to me left a strange flavour but now I am amused it seems, I hope, I feel that I'm out of danger I just can laugh driving the streets we drove I feel you be my side I make my eyes rove but when I see the plain where we used to stop at a voice inside my brain said let curtains drop that was the place of sorrow this was the place of joy here I forgot tomorrow this was where pleasure and joy alloy mission, seclusion - a kind of disolution ruction, destruction - a falling reconstruction vexation, collision - object of derision tension, addiction - omnipresent friction it was a time of sorrow it was a time of joy when I forgot tomorrow it was where pleasure and joy alloy love as warm as tears it is a precious veil love is as cold as dark fear can be a hurting nailTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
