" My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost Sometimes I wish that I could wish it all away"
There's nothing left to say now I'm giving up
We could turn around and we could give it up"
W brązowym pudle, gdzieś na końcu umysłu
tańczą pokryte kurzem pamiątki i wspomnienia
Piękna pokrywa, biała wstążka na dwa pęki, tajemniczy napis na przodzie
Wypełnione po brzegi iluzjami
brakw nim miejsca na niedopowiedzenia
" My wounded wings still beating, You've always loved the stranger inside Me, ugly, pretty."
"Trying to change your mind is like the weather
And when you say my name I'll be a memory This is more than we had planned"