Do you remember
The name of our first cat,
A taste of candy floss,
The day when I broke my leg on a swing?
Do you remember
Smell of gasoline and spring,
Which you’ve hated the most
Or how did sound of your voice
When you said «I'm leaving»?
You may say it’s predictable
And I won’t even argue with that.
You may say I’m predictable
And I won’t even argue with that.
Have you forgetten
We’re suppose to build a rocket
To conquer the stars
And collect them in a giant bucket?
You may say it’s predictable
And I won’t even argue with that.
You may say I’m predictable
And I won’t even argue with that.
Like radio transmissions in the night
Like Michael Bay’s movies
Or a death of the Christ.