Teksty: Regina Spektor. Soviet Kitsch. Somedays.

Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone elses days
They come and leave you behind some elses face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours

They come in all quiet sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side

Downtown, downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me don't write

I'm in love with your daughter
I want to have her baby I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please

Downtown, downtown
I'm not here
Not anymore
I've gone away don't call me don't write
I've gone away don't call me don't write

Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go as if they're someone elses days
They come and leave you behind some elses face
And it's harsher than yours