(Dick/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas)
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
Wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words
Cruel joke, cruel joke
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred
A refugee, refugee.
Aš tai dabar jaučiuosi, lyg man būtų uždėtas limitas, kiek galiu naudotis music'u. Nes atrodo, prisiliesiu prie kažko ne to ir išmes mane kokiai savaitei, kaip jau yra padarę. Bet iš dalies gerai tokia pertrauka - daugiau laiko kitiems dalykams