Texty: Anomia. Closing Up The Basement. Breathing Loneliness.

Walking in my territories, there's not the end,
I'm fading into the distance
cuz I'm so tired of your lips,
so tired of your fake long nights
and if you're starting at the crowd he'll be
tired of your lips, tired of your fake long nights
that he can't stand

I'm telling you a story: another man
is fading into his green coat
cuz now he's so tired of your lips
so tired of your fake long nights
and if you're starting at the crowd he'll be
tired of your lips, tired of your fake long nights
that he can't stand

you say that your own life is just
breathing the air ...
... and waiting for the sun that
can warm your head
I say that my own life is just see, understand
you miss the second part ...
and it does frightened

Walking in my territories,
there's not the end,
I'm fading into the distance
cuz I'm so tired of your lips,
so tired of your fake long nights
and if you're starting at the crowd he'll be
tired of your lips, tired of your fake long nights
that he can't stand

you say that your own life is just
breathing the air ...
... and waiting for the sun that
can warm your head
I say that my own life is just see, understand
you miss the second part ...
and it does frightened

(Thanks to Ila for these lyrics)