I feel so far from everything, I try to find a silver lighting and everything around me fades; and dreams of you have turned to grey. I tried to keep
You drove up in your pickup truck that hot September day Not a wisp of wind in the parking lot but honey I was blown away And later on that fall at the
pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons, the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal. a metronome timed to my panic stricken
翻訳: すべての時間私は死ぬ. パンチ酔ってパンクのロマンス.