Another hot summer’s day and only we know the way
To the cool blue lagoon where we sleep until noon
The city is all ablaze with blue notes and haze
The cities open wide roads, snuck the moon in clothes
Get up again, get up again, get up again
We swim under the moon in the cool blue lagoon
You count up all my scars and crumble it into the stars
You used to have perfect plans, you and your dirty white dress
And the day I came to
Get up again, get up again, get up again, get up again
A perfect blue evening, we sit and drink and we sing
Smoke flowers rising high into the flaming sky
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.