I saw the clouds forming tornadoes in the sky
The winter winds blew on lake Michigan that night
I carved your name into my arm
So I would remember you
Sometimes it hurts so bad I don't know what to say
Enacting Sybil vane in some tragic play
So afraid that I can't ever explain
So now I
Scream
And hope it's a dream
It's hard just to breathe
When you say goodbye
I wanna sleep but there are nightmares when I try
The birds are circling
I know the reasons why
Maybe a sad song some time
Will make you remember me
Somehow I feel that it's my destiny to fall
Get dried and hung upon a gallery wall
Holding on by just a thread to my heart
So no I
Scream
And hope it's a dream
It's hard just to breathe
When we said goodbye
Scream
It's not what it seems
I still cant believe
That we said goodbye
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai