Текст песни: Sharron Sours + перевод

Before the Atlantic, Pacific desert

I used to travel to England for the holidays

Oh, on yesterday a taxi cab stalled in the driveway

I was perched on the windowsill

Grabbing snow in my hand to watch it melt

My eyes are green to warmth

A wine bottle snoozing with the snow

So pale the face became

Gazing stoic from her backseat

Wine, all heat within my cold

Wine, lug me throughout my hell

What’s your name?

I trip around and drown in crowds

And the air was crisp while I passed

Through the trash of Camden

I pulled my coat airtight

And walked towards the last garbage fire

It seems an hour ago

I missed the last train for hollyhead

Across the can of fire

Her face appeared barely alive

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