You're exausted, you feel like a fool Even now, in this beautiful morning Flashing back when established your rules There is no any ground to wonder
She left quietly, she smiled in a flight Of a bird through your window and after... You kept watching the heavens all night You discovered a way how to suffer.
Baby, don't cry This won't inspire But the blame is so sore When you've just misfired Baby, don't cry This won't inspire But the blame is so sore
Make some tea, you look somewhat deseased Ease the pain, bursting out through the layers Wanting crush any room, but the fists Should respect peace and quiet of the neighbours
I was out in a mess of the streets Had some rides in this deserted island Wrapped my phone in a pocket of jeenes But the number still has not been dialed
Baby, don't cry This won't inspire But the blame is so sore When you've just misfired Baby, don't cry This won't inspire But the blame is so sore