Being the first in the Irish Sea I got a message I can't read Another message I can't read ... I'm lost at sea Don't bother me I've lost my way I've lost my way
I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook A real live lover, could have been a book. I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I see houses Rows and rows Of red bricks I see black cars Some Blood-stained exit You got A feeling that you You've been In here before How many lives Will you waste How many tears Must you taste
Казвам се Люба и снимките, които виждате са мои, за съжаление не и по-голямата част от текстовете. Всяка снимка обаче има своя текст и се радвам, когато го открия. :)