You talk too much about story of how you came along because I've emptyed the wine I slept so deeply The big cloud in the sky at dawn chases me forever There's nothing I can do
I had a dream that the animals liked the checked shirts It's usual for me to start the day It's not about the story to attract any attention I don't want to compete at all Sometimes I stay in bed all the day For having a bad hangover I like records but not films That's all I like to talk about it
