Из альбома: Basement Dreams Are the Bedroom Cream
Little girl and the falling tooth
I’m not the one I really expected
Child where have we landed?
I remember you smell the same
Once more
It’s the season of the pharmacy
Don’t you know who I am?
Ants on a white plastic chair
are fixing your memory.
Your voice remains the same
while I became a dead fingernail
Once more
It’s the season of the pharmacy
Don’t you know it is the same?
When somebody else is living your life.