Interpol - The Undoing текст песни

I was on my way
I was on my way to tell you it's no good
I was on my way
Chasing my damage

I was chased, thrilled and altered
Chasing my damage
Because I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me

Suele tener
Me suelto
Me suelto en el deshacer
Al puro perder el ganar no compara

I always thought you had great style
And style was worthwhile
Because I was
I was on my way
Sobrevivir