Love to be beside you, the way you smell,
The way your lips feel, and your fingernails.
The way your fingers crawl up my spine,
The way you always make me, the last in line.
I carry the weight of the world as the past is unfurled, but I won't stop to wonder.
Going through this life on my own made me cold as a stone.
I'm a ship, going under.
And I'd tell you this, but I don't know how.
And I'm caving in, and I'm falling out, and I can't resist, and I can't rebound with the weight of the world as the world falls down.
It's the way you thrill me, then pull away.
The way you seem to kill me, a little more each day.
And it's what you're thinking, in your twisted mind
The way your body trembles, when it's next to mine.
I carry the weight of the world as the past is unfurled, but I won't stop to wonder.
Going through this life on my own made me cold as a stone.
I'm a ship going under.
And I'd tell you this, but I don't know how.
And I'm caving in, and I'm falling out, and I can't resist. And I can't rebound with the weight of the world as the world falls down, falls down,
falls down.
And I'd tell you this, but I don't know how.
And I'm caving in, and I'm falling out, and I can't resist.
And I can't rebound with the weight of the world as the world falls down (with the weight of the world, as the world falls down),
Falls down (with the weight of the world, as the world falls down),
Falls down (with the weight of the world, as the world falls down),
Falls down (with the weight of the world, as the world falls down).
This pain I think about it everyday, it tells me I'm never gonna get away.
I know it's over, but I can't escape memories and how to face another day.
Nu taip, nesudarysim gi vieno bendro žodyno, kai tokie jie skirtingi Aš gal anksčiau panašiau mąsčiau, bet šiemet supratau, kad visi metų laikai yra vienodai gražūs ir vienodai reikalingi, ir yra tik požiūrio kampas, iš kurio gali juos vertinti.
Nepriimtinas man tas tavo žodynas, nu bet ką padarysi Man atrodo yra priežasčių rudenį ir žiemą subjaurinti, jei jau visi ją taip bjaurina. Aš nemėgstu rudens ir dar baisiau nemėgstu žiemos, tai yra gamtos mirties ir stagnacijos laikas, nieko tame
Šiaip aš nieko prieš prekybcentrių diktuojamoms normoms. Ruduo ir žiema yra bjaurūs metų laikai, tad kuo anksčiau aktyvuoji savyje šventinę nuotaiką, tuo smagiau gyvent. Ar čia krikščioniška, jau ne mano reikalas, nesu religingas žmogus.