Из альбома: System Preferences
It’s just a cold mist out on the line
But it’s something that I’m used to Broke bones, blue all the time
Yeah, it’s something that I’m used to Used to Now the gasoline’s fueling the flames
But it’s something I refuse to To give you up, I’m never the same
But it’s something I’ll get used to Let’s start at the end
The words beginning to bend
Come speak in the cold
Cops follow me on the lines
Mumble «son, please get me home now
Get me back home to my wife
Yeah, I promised you I’d be careful»
But promises are fine for a while
'til they’re something that I’m used to
'til they’re something that I’m used to Let’s start at the end
The words beginning to bend
Come speak in the cold
And they said
You feel all right?
Did your heart survive?
Do you need some time
To yourself?
No, not that much
Yeah, I lost my touch
I’m a safe inside
I’m safe inside