Singer: [Gunshot Bride]

In the house opposite constantly movie,
Which does not see the end,
Until you reach your own titles...

If words could stop a bullet
I probably would write songs every day,
Not stopping for sleep and food.

I went for a long time
On stranger dimensions
I started to forget
The way home.
From the wreckage of the worlds
Left long shadows;
We dreamed of
About something else.

Faces erased,
As of soft wax.
All I saw
Will be a nightmare.
The wreckage of the worlds
Still no gloss;
Each of us
Dreamed about something else.

In my head too many fires
But I wanted to burn only smoked subsidiaries.
Crazy thoughts on the wings of nightmares
Sometimes not allowed to endure until the morning.

I think there's a way out of this stupid game.
Smiling to yourself, cut your own receiver and catch
Radio Free Wave.

In my head too much film Noir.
The window in the screen only the city of rain.
Instead of bright sunshine Yes spring heat
Just grey damp boarded up days.
And let the hundreds of times the dice were thrown,
Roads was saying there, not there,
In so many places to be an uninvited guest,
But still to be... sometimes.

I'm so tired of burned nerves
I don't want to die, going downhill.
Coming to an end my hopes and faith
I send broadcast your SOS signal!

Here again the morning and I am again calm,
Today I woke up and could not be so,
But something's wrong with my head.
I someone said that I'm my own enemy.
Another friend left today.
I even came out to wave after him,
It was too busy to be sad for fun,
Try on new painful nonsense.

Autumn is here again, and I'm free again
To wander in the corridors of their errors,
Reveling in the expanse of a distant sky
And squinting from the light of others ' insights.
My coffee is cold and dark for a long time,
I lost count of the number of sleepers,
All the warmth in the pockets of all the light under the window
Someone today I waited so long.

This is not the time, the same paintings,
But the sand is faster out of the hands slipped away.
Your fear is your strength, and a little sad that
Your world is just dust, and you just found out.

All your life you were used to talk with shadow
But don't turn the light on - it will dissolve itself.
To you people, but left their opinions.
This world for one reason and you just found out?

Ghost town and the roads are empty;
Here there is nothing but mirrors.
You invented gods, but this is a cheap gods.
This world for one reason and you just found out?

We are sitting on immense station
We are waiting for the old train that goes to heaven.
On benches waiting, plunging in sorrow,
Where in fact the penny weight.