Well, can u imagine me without my cigarettes?...
If, you can, so you know me a great load of years, well even at the time when cigarettes were not invented for me...Till the music made me crazier than I used to be, till the night yawned and called..till thouse poems were written, till almost all of them came true...
I try to yawn, they say some hearts do this, but there's no voice in my throat and no strength to breathe it out...
I don't suffocate I just try to accelerate and catch the getaway cars..
For the sake of nothing at the coat of everything...
Invent for me salvation and flamed water and I willl drink with your your nightmares...
She calls me a snowflake and I try to explain I'm nothing but a rainy teardrop...They say it's winter though it's November still..
You no changes of seasons 've got thaier scents...and it's November stilllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Freeze snowflakes for me!