I tried to confess But he decided I'm possessed, Steel string's on my neck, Is it so difficult to check?
I think I can wait And help to find or to create A few variants of my So Sudden Suicide!
No more than over... No more than overdozen bitch and her hangover, My soul for you is just a kind of a little problem, When I'm seek I shake your hand and go alone... No more than over...
Through the millions of lights And through the endless haze of dreams I run seven miles Untill you held me with your thrill,
So tired and so dry Is our unemployed kiss, Oh, would you remind Me where I'm missed?