Из альбома: Black Angel
Running out of the door
Leaving the dishes and the baby crying for more
Sitting on a step in the backyard
Thinking it all over
Feel like shouting through the air
But it’s disappearing like a dream somewhere
Just close your eyes for a little while
And think it over
Think it all
Think it all
Think it all over
Future’s passing you
Friends and lovers all gone too
You got to realize
It was all an imagination
Who’s living your life
Makes you believe that they’re more right
Who decides for your baby
How it’s gonna live
And how it’s gonna die
Think it all …