Текст песни
I ll be breathing
In electronic smog
I ll be looking
At life through narrowed eyes
Whether it comes true
Or not dons s judge me my friend
I ll be drinking viscous fog through a straw
I ll gather my thoughts into a bundle
I ll take the violin under the bow
My heart doesns shurt anymore
There s no pain
You ve been old for three days
Hey
I ll put on a T-shirt and jeans
I m a little sick but that s not the point
I ll look at the sun and start sneezing
I ll collect fluffy snowflakes like fluff in my pillow
I ll gather my thoughts
Put the violin under my arm
My heart doesns shurt anymore
There s no pain
You ve been like an old man for three days in a row
Whether it comes true or not I m laying my cards on the table
I m resting under the leaves in a quiet garden
Gentlemen professors my sweet is not God
He ll wander into a bar and ruin his talent
I ll gather my thoughts in a bunch
Put the violin under the bow
My heart no longer hurts
There s just no pain
You ve been an old man for three days
Hey Hey Hey
