Текст песни
I'm the last voice in the room
I'm the killer of your fantasies
Not try to tell myself I could
but let's look where it really leads me to
I'm the last voice in the room
I'm the winter in midseason here
But baby you can not touch me
You can not touch me
But baby you can not touch me
You can not touch me
But baby you can not touch me
You can not touch me
But baby you can not touch me
You can not touch me
But baby you can not touch me
You can not touch me
I’m the last waiter at the counter
But never talk to me like I’m mad
And never count the regrets
A lack of meaning stands good for mad
And... like I’m not the same
I’m just counting steps back and forth
What will be waiting for me afterwards?
Waiting for me afterwards
(Waiting for me afterwards)
In my life all things just keep on turning (yeah)
I might be running high in my life
All things just keep on turning
Yeah
Touch it, touch me, touch me, touch me
You can not touch me, touch me, touch me
You can not touch me,
Touch me, touch me, touch
You can not touch me,
Touch me, touch me, touch
etc.
