Текст песни Traffic - На исходе меня

slow prisoner
Melts at my feet now
Just a drop on the walls
We are presented with today 's number one

At the end of me
The first question is - how much?
Reaches the end
Longer than dreams hurt to go
Something is broken in there

thoughts randomly
The body is wrapped soft light
It's just a dream
This is all that prevents mature

At the end of me
The first question is - how much?
Reaches the end
Longer than dreams hurt to go
Something is broken forever

At the end of me

At the end of me
The first question is - how much?
Reaches the end
Longer than dreams hurt to go
Something is broken forever
simply
forget about everything
think
How willing soul
believe
in themselves when sick
This means the fate ...