Texty: Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin. Broom. Travel Song.

Cannot say it's truth till about useless but if that's the island shore
Travel out west our future spreads to what truly excites in town

We're just hold together by calendars and sights daily papers and pack of cigarettes

Try and understand she's about herself
She may see just right
Try and understand sing about myself, sing about deeper stand.

We're just hold together... (2x)

(Thanks to dullgiulio for these lyrics)