The way of decisions, I'm in a prison. I'm looking for troubles, I didn't miss him. And something good is lost in my head, It's full of your air, Your pretty air.
Our meeting was mistake, I just thought you will take My heart in your hands. But you wanna break it. We've lost in the smoke, In sweet pretty smoke. So I will believe that I can fly In your skies.
Mom, sorry. My muse left me in May. I'm not worried. I will meet you someday Again.
I know you're my mistake, I just hope you will take My heart in your hands And maybe won't break it. And we'll fall in smoke In sweet pretty smoke. So I will believe that I can fly.
I'm feeling your seasons, You've got many reasons To make me feel blue, But i'm still singing his songs. And when you are gone And left me alone, I miss you again. Will you come back home baby?