A neverending sentence in my head
We lay hollow in the emptiness
I'm too tired to push you from the bed
No more fighting, there's no more fighting
There's no more fighting for us
Fill the void in our bed
The space between is deafening
Oh, we don't bend, we're breaking
The space between is deafening
The space between is deafening
No one's moving, we lack the courage to
We lay in stalemate, wishing the other would
But we're too tired, we let the embers cool
No more fighting, there's no more fighting
There's no more fighting for us
Fill the void in our bed
The space between is deafening
Oh, we don't bend, we're breaking
The space between is deafening
No more fighting, we've given up now
Silence says more than words
Imagination cures loneliness
When you become a prisoner
Fill the void in our bed
The space between is deafening
Oh, we don't bend, we're breaking
The space between is deafening
Anikdotas is tikros siandienos istorijos: brolis Rokas
- tai kur geriau tau buvo vasaros gatve ar naujoji vilnia, guleti?
As:
Tai kur geriau kristi i 2 m. duobe ar 4 m.?
Bro:
Tai palauk nesupratau. Tai kur geriau. Naujoji vilnia kaip 2 metru ar sesiu metr
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