Но чтоб настолько, боже, некоторые песни - прямое попадание.
Friend, please remove your hands from
Over your eyes for me
I know you want to leave but
Friend, please don’t take your life away from me
Over your eyes for me
I know you want to leave but
Friend, please don’t take your life away from me
Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand, we’re in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand, we’re in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower