The Day (исполнитель: Moby)
The Day was written in a hotel room in Spain at dawn when I hadn’t slept. It was a beautiful hotel room, a beautiful perfect hotel room and it was six or seven in the morning. I wrote it on a acoustic guitar and recorded it on my phone, brought it home and re-recorded it with old broken down electronics that I have in my studio. — Moby ________ I try to know when to leave She sits in the bedroom and grieves There's a sequence that starts all again She can't get up anymore with the pain [bad word] of these [bad word] Has left her hopeless and lost She wants to count the ways But she can't count again [bad word] I will be right here 'til all the pain Just disappear I will always stay 'til all this light Just kills the day I strangle my words Once, I tried a thousand times Slaughtered like Gods When the silver shines so hard I tried to poison my life Always dreaming of the edge of the knife She always looked backwards And I can sit here for even ten minutes or more [bad word] Oh hold on Oh hold on Oh hold on Just try again [bad word] Oh hold on Oh hold on Oh hold on Just try again