Из альбома: Seventeen
Hey!
The hand that made a million coffees
And touched the work of Godlike children
Finally grown apart with time change
Feelings follow, don’t understand it
The wish list fade on anyone
Corrosive and self-debasing
You feelings, time to whirl the people
The rust set in like love injected
I will not sway off this way be
Don’t wish this fate on me
Fruitloopin’