hm, nikad neznam napisati ili reći prave riječi na početku. pa možda, bok svima, koji ćete imati živaca čitat jadikovke i izljeve sreće jedne srednjoškolke.
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we´re grey and old
´Cos I´ve been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I´m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I´m loving angels instead...