Из альбома: Brief Strop
Patience
a silent virture
i don't want to hurt you
reflex to old imprinting
your eyes are squinting
and it seems
i'm not what you wanted me to be
now i know i'm not what i said that i was
i just wanted this to be true
im not sure where i went
but you deserve someone more innocent
i searched for reasons to it
four seasons thorugh it
you came quite unexpected
so unprotected
and it seems i'm not what you wanted me to be
i'm not what you wanted me to be
now i know i'm not what i said that i was
i just wanted this to be true
im not sure where i went
but you deserve someone more innocent
i'll just prove to myself
that i cannot be trusted
maybe i'm too mush like my father
if you knew him you would know he's still searching for his mother
and other but mine
whatever is still searching in him
is still seraching in me
cuz i'm still looking for here
________ vicariously
we spoke with such conviction
imprisonned freedom