кажется, я предвижу этот день
или пла предвидят)
потому что

And on the tip of my tongue were words that always came out wrong
'Cause they were drowned in Southern ComfortSouthern Comfort,



and left to dry out in the

sun

The noonday sun

Don't leave me here to pass through time without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light, 'cause I
I wouldn't know where to begin.
I asked the kings of medicine
But it seems that they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hours

в общем, типа, happy birthday to me
и чтобы ничто не посмело to ruin all our plans.
Our best made plans.

@темы: my very self, feelings