Zaglavljena u prostoru
Izgubljena u mraku
Trazim odgovor koji ne zelim da cujem
Ono sto zelim da kazem ne izlazi iz mene
Trudim se da ne budem hladna
Ali drugacije ne umem
Izgovor ne postoji
Nalazimo se na raskrscu
Putevi su se razdvojili
My mouth has got a funny taste of metal,
a pencil line's been drawn upon my face.
Weight has come to hang around my shoulders
for the knowledge of a doubt I can't erase.
Hey boy you never finish what you've started
says the man I wanna be who I am not
who will sacrifice his part as easy lover
to never be the one who holds and drops
Post je objavljen 09.03.2007. u 03:14 sati.