see it now but I'm so far below it don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason for your little
shake will be by me sooner or later all the throngs of feelings we used to appreciate will come rushing back you're thinking about how you thought
here anyway Fade away What was I thinking when I thought I could make you stay, yeah, yeah What was I thinking when I thought I was right Not nothin
in a box... with my memories Don't bother with me... I can't take it I'll be on the road with less a load You're feeling used... a little bit confused
to elevate me to the level of choice A scarlet sky, a silver moon is a veil before my eyes How can she be so in tune Tear me in two and bore a little
god if she hears me she'll come wrote em down for you to are my faults these are my plans and these are my nasty little thoughts i contemplate
to let me know I'm in your head and not on the ground with the cigarette butts from the mouths of all those little sluts that want me I'm lying here with the negative thoughts
the fire flickers out, making movies on her skin and in the embers she remembers all the places that she's been four letter words fly from her mouth she
finding the door, but when I turn around When I turn around, it's gone It seems like today I'm looking back Well maybe tomorrow I'll see further than my little
Frozen fingers on my skin Guilty hands clutching gin Your tin, thin eyes can't see within Soul to soul and shin to shin we burn And the silence won't
If it's not that far from where we are I'd like to wait if I could Until the day that the angel comes around I won't find the solace that I'm seeking
of my dangling nerves Give me just one time two times You know it's just where I'm at I'm waving as I go I got up, I never thought I'd get there My
Frozen fingers on my skin Guilty hands clutching gin Your tin, thin eyes can't see within Soul to soul and skin to skin we burn And the silence won't
to be here anyway fade away what was I thinking when I thought I could make you stay what was I thinking when I thought I was right not nothin'
see it now But I'm so far below it Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little
But oh my god, if she hears me she'll come running in... These are my hands, these are my faults These are my plans These are my nasty little thoughs
Перевод: Stroke 9. Малоприятная Мысли.
Перевод: Stroke 9. Не Nothin '(малоприятная версия Мысли).