You're floating down a tunnel in a little wooden box
You're cold and you're lonely and enveloped in fog
You've been pried open and left here to die
You should have trusted your instincts 'cause they don't tell lies
Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You swallowed your pride to quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart like a thief in the night
And squeezed all the juice out until it ran dry
You've been read like an open book, page by page
You'll never tell anyone your inner thoughts again
You were taken in by a heart of fools gold
Now you're drifting in circles in the depths of your soul
Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You swallowed your pride to quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart like a thief in the night
And squeezed all the juice out until it ran dry
Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You swallowed your pride to quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart like a thief in the night
And squeezed all the juice out until it ran dry
Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You swallowed your pride to quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart like a thief in the night
And squeezed all the juice out until it ran dry
Something always goes wrong when things are going right
You swallowed your pride to quell the pain inside
Someone captured your heart like a thief in the night
And squeezed all the juice out until it ran dry
klausant Ulver. Įdomu tai, kad Death beveik išimtinai klausausi vasarą, labai retai kitu metų laiku. Bet kuo Death man tokie vasariški, aš niekaip nepaaiškinčiau
Man tai Opeth visada puikiai eina. Apskritai galvojau, kad turiu kažkokias muzikines preferencijas pagal dienos orą ar metų laikus, bet turbūt tai tik saviįtaiga. Galvodavau, kad Ulver man yra visiška žiemos muzika, bet ne vieną vasarą esu save pagavęs
Būkim biedni, bet teisingi - niekas per dainų profilius nevaikšto į dienoraščius Tai buvo tiesiog įdomi statistinė trivia, iš kurios mažai naudos ir tiek