Predictable

Do you remember

The name of our first cat

Taste of candyfloss

The day when I broke my leg on a swing

On a swing

Do you remember

Smell of gasoline in spring

Which you've hated the most

Or how did sound your voice when you said

I'm leaving

You may say it's pretty

But I won't even argue with that

You may say I'm pretty

But I won't even argue with that

Have you forgotten

We're supposed to be a rocket

To conquer the stars

And collect them in a giant bucket

You may say it's pretty

But I won't even argue with that

You may say I'm pretty

But I won't even argue with that

Like radio transmissions you and I

Like Michael Bay's movies or the death of the Christ

You may say it's pretty

But I won't even argue with that

You may say I'm pretty

But I won't even argue with that