Из альбома: Richard Butler
When the coast of California
sinks into the ocean
and the ice poles are water
and England's green and pleasant land
is all desert sand
no one will answer you when you call
when even the farthest stars
start collapsing
back to the beginning
and there's no room for heaven
when the world is an old man with no time for the future
will love mean a thing?
does love mean a thing now anyway?
make me a drink Caroline
tall and icy
who can sleep with all of this noise?
thank you Caroline
Caroline goodnight!