Текст (слова) песни: Gloria Record, The - Torch Yourself
This town has no seasons it`s the middle of October, and you`d think there`d be a nice, cool breeze by now (but you`d be wrong). The summer lingers here for half of the year and I`m convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun. I fell asleep on paper wings. These people have no feelings their heads are the only things that ever teach them anything about love. And I`m not sad, I just want to trust someone so badly. I just want something beautiful to happen here right now. I fell asleep on paper wings. These words have no manners they come to me at night when I am trying to sleep (and shake me violently, like it`s the end of the world or something). And I wake up on paper wings.
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