I was searchin' for the right place, latchin' onto one after another 'cause I feel everything's 'bout to fail. At last I found the place for our shelter. Don't worry. I'll make it better. I'm talkin' for real, don't think about the deal. I'm callin' you.
At the window of the 13th floor, we could get the warmer sunlight that makes our story up to just the right. Some things are so hard to say even though you'd say them every day. But I can't let our life be the buff of a joke.
We'll look down the loop road 8 and gently say, "We don't care the world which goes from bad to worse." in our Small Pretty Shelter.
At last I found the place for us. I'm on your side. Why must you cry? Why do you still linger on? I hear the phone ring that still calling like kind of a part of curse.
