Sometimes it's fun
Sometimes it's not
Sometimes it's gun
Sometimes it's knot
Sometimes it's you
Sometimes it's me
I wish I knew
How it would be

Instead of cold
Instead of heat
Instead of dome
Instead of feet
Instead of way
Instead of roam
I wish to stay
But not alone

Before a night
Before a day
Before a fight
Before obey
Before the end
Before the start
I wish our hands
Won't split apart

A kind of pain
A kind of sore
A kind of game
A kind of law
A kind of mind
A kind of sense
I wish to bide
Another chance

Декабрь 2005