Псих-он и в Африке псих

[Bri]

А мне еще работать завтра(уже сегодня). После такого-то вечера



Слушала эти три часа саундтрэк "Л ворд", любопытные таки вещи. Вот это-моя песня. Когда мне плохо. Или грустно.

I spend the afternoon in cars

I sit in traffic jams for hours

Don't push me

I am not o.k.



The sky is blue most every day

The lemons grow like tumors they

Are tiny suns infused with sour



Lonely as a cloud

In the Golden State

"The coldest winter that I ever saw

Was the summer that I spent..."



The only substance is the fog

And it hides all that has gone wrong

Can't see a thing

Inside the maze



There is a bridge adored and famed

The Golden spine of engineering

Who's back is heavy

With my weight



Be still this old heart

Be still this old skin

Drink your last drink

Sin your last sin

Sing your last song

About the beginning

Sing your song loud

So the people can hear

Let's go



Be still this sad day

Be still this sad year

Hope your last hope

Fear you last fear

Your not the only one

Let's go



My falling shape will draw a line

Between the blue of sea and sky

I'm not a bird

I'm not a plane



I took the taxi to the gate

I will not go to school again

Four seconds was

The longest wait