Текст песни Джейн не Эир - Из осколков и многоточий

The thin trickle of cigarette smoke
I tired to Church your profile
I have not completely forgotten.
And although to be honest ... almost.

Outlines keep still in memory
Without you frankly do not happily
I'm looking for, collect, but what the hell,
Do not you find me a single.

Someone unfamiliar nose
Someone's obviously crazy eyes
Ears, hands and delicate fingers
Putting together will not be able to collect me.

I so want the same tenderness
And the same enamored eyes.
You know somewhere on the scale of reality
I find, gather a thousand.

From fragments and dots
I will make a favorite name
I am your profile carved in stone
And love will put in the picture.

© Copyright: Jane Eir, 2014