I lit kerosene to sweet memories
They linger and follow wherever I go
Warm ashes, used matches, late mornings
too many nights in a row
You're never out, never out of my mind
We're a little unsure, we're a little scared
Guess we'll know a little more when we get there
Yeah you had love to spare
And I was barely there
I was a no-show
Things'll be different now
The second time around
I really think so...
Dry riverbed, your comeback kid
Slow rising, kicking the dust off the road
Pale winter's spring, remembering
Things about myself I wish that I never had known
You're never out, never out of my mind
We're a little unsure, we're a little scared
Guess we'll know a little more when we get there
Yeah you had love to spare
And I was barely there
I was a no-show
Things'll be different now
The second time around
I really think so...
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?