Hello, take my mind, we’re calling in sober

I feel like I skipped a movie while the background myths remain

I’m starting a war and the moment was stinking like

A vintage t-shirt and the souvenir shop is my conscience, my private geek

A memorable night is the right time to ask

We kill the lovers, we kill the beasts

And all the bastards you fall asleep with

Once we’re one, now we’re two

We photograph our lives in peace

My interpretation of the 80s is my witness to my statement:

Once I remembered I am still in life with you

I need to bury my odd and pleasant inspiration to die by your side

It’s not the beautiful kind of rain, it was the unanswered one

A memorable night is the right time to ask

We kill the lovers, we kill the beasts

And all the bastards you fall asleep with

Once we’re one, now we’re two

We photograph our lives in peace

We kill the lovers, we kill the beasts

And all the bastards you fall asleep with

Once we’re one, now we’re two

We photograph our lives in peace

Hello, I need leave this version of daydreams

I understand you smell the distance between depression and moral health

I look in the mirror I see both: the good, the bad and the all the rest

By the way, my sad jokes are not meant ironically

A memorable night is the right time to ask.

We kill the lovers, we kill the beasts

And all the bastards you fall asleep with

Once we’re one, now we’re two

We photograph our lives in peace

We kill the lovers, we kill the beasts

And all the bastards you fall asleep with

Once we’re one, now we’re two

We photograph our lives in peace