I wanna send a letter to ancestry, What have we done except misery? Aren't they were thinking about us, Like 'bout people who populated Mars?
I wanna get a message from the future. I wouldn't be wonder that they beat about the bush. And I afraid that i'm not a suture,
That sews together future and past.
Radio noises pour like a hurricane, That is start his turning, when i'm under the rain. But I am living in really calm lane it's happens nothing for years like for a bird in a cage.
I said, don't leave me, cause i'm here So, please, believe me, i'm still being here.