Teksty: Penfold. Our First Taste Of Escape. Kissing The Nightmare.

I've made up this day as cold as the ocean that we crossed on our way back to reality
A place we hate but a place we left to become friends of bottles and friends of sorrow
Where I watched you dance with the smoke that leaves your mouth and swirls around the air
like a ghost
Who are you
We can't breathe forever
You taught me that
So I'll just spend these days screaming, "Who are you"
Why can't I be myself, why can't I see you one more time