A febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack
tonight the windows are watching the streets all conspire
and the lampost can't stop crying
If I could fly high above the world
would i see a bunch
I love myself; I want you to love me
When I feel down; I want you above me
I search myself; I want you to find me
I forget myself; I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you I touch
It was a recipe for disaster
A four course meal of no sorry
It seemed that happily ever after
Was happy everyone was after me
It was a cup of good intentions
A table spoon of one big mess
A dash of over reaction
Остава - "Понеделник"
Добро утро, аз съм добре,
мигам с очи умно и
поглеждам навън - сив град -
нормално е, някак...
Отново за всички е делник,
отново сърдит понеделник
Прекарай със мен един-rock`n-r