So many thoughts in this tousled head, And all of them're meaningful, restless and dead. And there is the one, one the most powerful This one is about you.
But is it important, can it be important For the filthy and lonely toilet stall? Could love be immortal? Our love be immortal. Oh shit, it's inscription on the toilet wall.
And i'm on this concert, post rock or whatever And there's the question: if it's not forever Why am i still thinking if you like it or not Still thinking about you?
But is it important, can it be important For the filthy and lonely toilet stall? Could love be immortal? Our love be immortal. Oh shit, it's inscription on the toilet wall.