Teksty: Descendents. Impressions.

That could be me That could be me Walking down the Seine Where I'd throw my glasses away That could be us That could be us Walking through the garden Watch the flowers melt together Boats reflected in the river The picture on my wall Your picture in my wallet Blurry and beyond If I stare and stare, maybe I'll be there and we'd walk through, breathe through open mouth I don't care what they'd say