На улице -8, холодное пиво приятно согревает горло, и в улыбающихся глазах слезинки от ветра.
А еще окончательно порвались ботинки, обидно блин. Дохожу в кедах.
Loneliness is my only guest
Who visits alone at night
When it comes I light two candles
Just the way it was
And pretend the flames become your eyes
Emptiness is a friend I guess
The shadow played upon the wall
If I let the candles take me
I can see your face
And remember hearing someone call your name
My candles are crying
candles are crying
They're crying for you
They're waiting for you
I'm waiting for you
Who visits alone at night
When it comes I light two candles
Just the way it was
And pretend the flames become your eyes
Emptiness is a friend I guess
The shadow played upon the wall
If I let the candles take me
I can see your face
And remember hearing someone call your name
My candles are crying
candles are crying
They're crying for you
They're waiting for you
I'm waiting for you