I have a station, and its a crime, its a crime, to kill all of them in these confines.
You regret, you regret (making these radios.) Breaking up and breaking down.
Towers touch the ground and more incessantly and slightly more abruptly than before.
I'm calling you out again.
One for the old way, The rocking horse of high hopes.
Higher than the lights...She's counting, I'm counting.
But, I tread on the stepping stones to Moscow.
Oh yes, there will be irony for the soldier.
(She's the soldier,) I'm the soldier, and I kill...
No, No - I take care of these conditions -
(Break out the jump rope and just) Try.
One for the old way, The rocking horse of high hopes.
Higher than the lights...She's counting, I'm counting.
When will this war of best friends subside? And out comes my regrets...
One for the old way, The rocking horse of high hopes.
Higher than the lights...She's counting, I'm counting.
When will this war of best friends subside? And out comes my regrets...