40 Miles From The Sun (исполнитель: Bush)
There is nowhere left to hide There is nothing to be done No people to be saved No pets we've never names 40 miles from the sun As darkness craves the mind [bad word] undone without our pride No time on the earth [bad word] All the pleasures just begun 40 miles from the sun In our coats beneath the layers Wash my skin of all the hate We should sleep late Everything just kind of grates 40 miles from the sun 40 miles from the sun 40 miles from the sun I need to lose to make it right I'll confront the stars tonight I will babble I will bite You will never know how much you shine 40 miles from the sun 40 miles from the sun 40 miles from the sun