Што е тоа во луѓето тажно, што живеат во животи туѓи? Не е небо ова што ви нудат не е сонце ко злато што свети ако можат би го продале Бога, а нив само еден ќе им суди.
Always missing people that I shouldn't be missing Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance -
In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment. I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.