| Lyrics: | today I feel great, finally I've found it
we get drunk on Martini at the Peach Pit
and
tomorrow we crush the pigeons on the place
your spirit smiles away my melancholy
face
every morning I will say:
"I love you till my heart dies"
and "most
beautiful
are your eyes"
today I feel so great in all I do
a time supreme, runes I
read in the yew
we lie in the grass interpreting the clouds
we indulge in misanthropy, laugh
away the doubts
every morning I will say...
but hoping is futile
and wishing
in vain
to you all the best
PS: "all the stars are dead now" |
