Coma...at home, cutting wrists - just like that, from boredom
The trick doesn't work - she survives
Fall, you must not get drunk, but rather lost
In the faces of the strangers - it helps
My garages - my sunsets
I remember dates and I love
My garages - my sunsets
I am behind the scenes, but I love
Like foam - the veins, the globe wire - my drug
Twice, and not clear, how we managed
A shot - a quick one, but very noisy
In a moonlit night the strings took off and flew
My garages - my sunsets
I remember dates and I love
My garages - my sunsets
I am behind the scenes, but I love