We’re both in a smoky bedroom on a supersonic holiday
I’m higher and higher and what about you Baby
“You can give me more then empty words” you may say
But I’m so tired I only breath this fuckin’ white dust already
The Doors are still open
We’re flyin’ on the wings of death for better tomorrow
There’s our refuge between her right and left hand
It’s nice to be positive, but then you fall in sorrow
So cry, cry you have a reason, you have no chance