[Verse 1]
Made it fourteen city blocks without breathing
Light breaks from the left and hits between the buildings
Stoplights change their name from green to red to green again
Love has its critics but they never keep many friends
[Chorus]
It's alright, this could be a rough night
So hold tight, this is not a fair fight
[Verse 2]
She up and died and left you in a fall you cannot forget
You were too young and you said not yet, not yet, not yet
That year, the cherries choked from pretty pink to red to brown
You looked around but she was nowhere to be found
[Chorus]
It's alright, this could be a rough night
So hold tight, this is not a fair fight
It's alright, this will be a rough night
So hold tight, this is not a fair fight
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