Текст песни ..В Себе - На Ощупь

Our eyes fell down ,
But his hands were looking for hands
I - often lose control ,
You - all but the sanity ..

In the most recent times ,
Burning , kindled hopes of a chance
Too little fire, smoke too much ,
For both of us the last chance ..

Questions squeezed whiskey !
Deciding what to believe it is possible,
Invent complex phrases
Just say - too hard ..

Emptiness eats mind
And dictates its own laws ..
Once in a close embrace in a dream ,
Cooled in a cold coma ..

In the most recent times ,
Burning , kindled hopes of a chance
Too little fire, smoke too much ,
Let the fire burn itself does not give a last chance ..