I stayed in bed too late again
An open window letting in the rain
I like the feeling on my face
As I dream out the morning
All the way into the middle of the day
I said I just can't seem to wake
Then you came in and said, "I love you."
I know that it's hard sometimes to chase the pain away
Oh, tell me how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To be loved by someone so faraway
It's funny how these troubles seem so small
Now you're around me all I want
Is you to know I'm always yours
I reached out for your hand and pulled you close
And you let yourself fall back down onto the bed
You kissed me on my head
And I held you and said I'm sorry
I know that it's hard sometimes to carry all this weight
Oh, tell me how does it feel?
Tell, me how does it feel?
Tell, me how does it feel?
To be loved by someone so faraway
To be loved
To be loved
To be loved, oh
Tell me, how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To be loved by someone
To be loved by someone so faraway
Aš sau galvoju: hm, reikės kažkada man šį mėnesį The Reticent įkelt į music'ą. Paminėjau vakar vakare komentare grupę, šiandien ryte žiūriu, jau yra. Dėkui Alvydai, esat greitis!
Kita vertus, pono retorika prie tam tikrų dainų kaip "Kokie 90% dainos š", "Kažkoks židišks mīžals" ir "Š...klasika...vempt norisi" yra tiesiog nemaloni ir nepagarbi. Kritika - ok, nepagrįstas varymas riebiais žodžiais jau ne ok.
O viešpatie, kokia tragedija, žmogus 9 kartą per TRYLIKĄ METŲ pasiūlė tą pačią dainą. Aš suprantu, kai per trumpą laiką ten tą pačią dainą kiša ir kiša, nervuot gali pradėt, bet čia tai labai normalu. Aš pats greičiausiai taip elgiuos.