Из альбома: Life in the So-Called Space Age

It's cold outside
But not cold enough
I wish that it was winter
And behind my eyes
The muscles control the movement
To a place surrounding you
To be with you
To be in motion
It's wide outside
But not wide enough
I wish that I was thinner
Suffice to say I should pray for a colder sun and a brighter moon
All for you
And be in motion

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