You are in the problems too.
A long beach to the hope.
I'm the guilty one, come on, destroy me.
Tell me about love, if you have time.
Apartments like ferns,
They are bearing down on me.
In this weird city we live,
I need love.
Pieces of love are falling upon me by hurting me.
Pieces of love are melting on me by hurting me.
Pieces of love are getting cold on me by hurting me.
The telegraph doesn't have wires
It doesn't have birds on it.
And while sea gulls get dirty
What would i say to you...