A keresés eredménye

Gone

The silence, cigarette smoke, let's turn off the light
And it will feel better, as if, again, the pain is gone
I won't see the light until I see you
Drunk and down again, I am trying to get myself back together
I am counting the clouds reflected on the wet pavement
 
We are like a king and queen of depression
No thoughts, nowhere to go
But we are having fun dying together
 
We are like a king and queen of depression
If we don't stop, we won't live (long enough) to enjoy the pension