You're exausted, you feel like a fool
Even now, in this beautiful morning
Flashing back when established [bad word] There is no any ground to wonder

She left quietly, she smiled in a flight
Of a bird through your window and after...
You kept watching the heavens all night
You discovered a way how to suffer.

Baby, don't cry
This won't inspire
But the blame is so sore
When you've just misfired
Baby, don't cry
This won't inspire
But the blame is so sore

Make some tea, you look somewhat deseased
Ease the pain, bursting out through the layers
Wanting [bad word] any room, but the fists
Should respect peace and quiet of the neighbours

I was out in a mess of the streets
Had some rides in this deserted island
Wrapped my phone in a pocket of jeenes
But the number still has not been dialed

Baby, don't cry
This won't inspire
But the blame is so sore
When you've just misfired
Baby, don't cry
This won't inspire
But the blame is so sore