Текст песни soulsadpoet - мистер оранжевый

In the waves of reality I was trying to drown,
a strange idea I am drawn to the bottom magnet
Remembering all forgotten,
 splashed Lipton green tea with lemon,
 moments from the last hit in the head
I keep all your heart for hope because the little time left
Mr. Orange is on the face of the target
Through a stop, the tram lines and stations
Boastfully showing stripes on his old knapsack
Night idleness makes his case
The wind is trying to draw a sun on earth white chalk
deprive me of correctness
and stripped my line into two parts
wiping his feet on the asphalt, you are looking for the most happiness
Dawn on grabbing too good in fact become dust in the eyes
shoot your own because it's not just
take a chance to press the start, until he was old
Let's wait for March, while I still have not slept
Forrest Gump on the alley to the house
under daylight lamp in the clothes we are drowning
instead read books dream book, we play different roles with you
abstract trip into the woods on the Great
plus a book in the hands of the Ekman floor
says something somewhere without rum
although it is a light in the living room, but nobody's home
I came out of the summer through the dilapidated porches
if I could hear yours if
my former friend said that the festival will be on my street
soon the ninth month of the year and the calendar slouches
next to a black and white style, and notes in a notebook
but you still dream of ever learn to fly
I dream to look at the stars through life, through the transparent arms
shy sounds, painting realism tight pants
lack of sleep mode to sleep in clothes woke up in it the same
I still write though and lost the rod
I could go on, but the language appeared splinters
try again to answer my questions