Caravans in a parking lot
Our eyes meet in the darkest spot
But I don't feel anything...
I grab your hand and we share a kiss
I feel your lips but I don't feel the heat
(I don't feel anything...)
It's not your fault
Oh, it's not your fault
But I don't have to apologize
For being traumatized
Man, you're an artistic dream
Please, be mine effortlessly
No matter how much of your heart I can shatter
Promise me you'll love me anyway
Oh, babe, wandering with you through the sketchiest streets
Oh, babe, riding with you through the darkest roads
Oh, babe, laying with you on the moonlit beach sand
Holding our hands while you light up a cigarette
Feeling the seashore hitting our broken backs
from fleeing the crime scene, and escaping the police
I love when when we get into the getaway car after a successful shoplift
There's immense adrenaline... but I don't feel anything...
I wish everything we do would bring an outer space feeling...
(Feeling in me)
(Feeling in me)
(Feeling in me)
It's not your fault
Oh, it's not your fault
But I won't apologize...
We're both traumatized
I am your artistic dream...
You pronounce it so effortlessly...
(I don't feel anything...)
No matter how much of your heart I will shatter
Promise me you'll take my words' meaning
Even if my heart doesn't mean it...
Siarhei Kandybovich
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