Torch Yourself — текст песни (Gloria Record, The)

This town has no seasons
it`s the middle of October,
and you`d think there`d be a nice,
cool breeze by now (but you`d be wrong).
The summer lingers here for half of the year
and I`m convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun.
I fell asleep on paper wings.
These people have no feelings
their heads are the only things that ever teach them anything about love.
And I`m not sad, I just want to trust someone so badly.
I just want something beautiful to happen here right now.
I fell asleep on paper wings.
These words have no manners
they come to me at night when I am trying to sleep
(and shake me violently, like it`s the end of the world or something).
And I wake up on paper wings.