18:48

You mean not much to me

And your insides are so cold

There’s fire beneath your feet

Burning up your soul

Even though your tears

They are coming down like rivers

They can’t undo what’s done

And your wings, they’re missing feathers

And you are longing for flying off

Such a prostitute of feelings

You are feeling them all

Give yourself a break

You’re such a stomachache

And pucking is not the way off