The wind spits tobacco, that's such bad weather
With a taste of panna cotta, the filter is yours, and mine is bitter
And I was sad for the wrong reason, because there is no sweat here
I ran away from where I would have jumped from acceleration now
To where I seem to have won my whole life
I think I burned all the bridges
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
To where my trail is gone
To where I am the last winner
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
Ran like a tumbleweed
Was sick, was sick, was sick, if
They won't hide a broken heart
My sweaty palms
Our empty dialogues
Our empty dialogues
Our empty dialogues
It was so long ago, remember
To where the sun set fire to the steppes
The wind was blowing in my hair
To where we are still children
To where the sun set fire to the steppes
The wind was blowing in my hair
To where we are still children
E, I changed my breath to fumes
I didn't want to, but I changed, changed, overtook
Years in photo zip and photo rar
Since I learned to smoke in a puff
There were already few of those who were nearby there
There are already few of those who are here just like that
I have not accepted a new self, I just want to go back