In my room she'll get to you, in my room she'll get to you In my room
Could I turn on the lie, impress unknown eyes Humour absorbs the thoughts, churning the motionless talks Seeing things with a second glance as she turns through her magazines
In my room she'll get to you, in my room she'll get to you In my room
Could I turn on the light, impress unknown eyes Humour absorbs the thoughts, lift up your sorted heads Played like dancing fools, turning the tension 'round, building up silent sounds
Just another day, all in my room Struck out like before, all in my room Room, room, room, room ____________________________________
В моей комнате она доберется до тебя, доберется до тебя, В моей комнате...
Могу ли я включить ложь, впечатление неизвестного глаза, Юмор поглощает мысли, наполняя неподвижные разговоры. Видеть вещи с другой точки, когда она с головой в журналах.
В моей комнате она доберется до тебя, доберется до тебя, В моей комнате...
Могу ли я включить свет, впечатление неизвестного глаза, Юмор поглощает мысли, подними отстортированные головы. Играла, как танцуют дураки, оборачивалась напряженно, создава тихие звуки.
Просто еще один день, все в моей комнате, Вычеркнут, как и раньше, все в моей комнате, Комнате, комнате, комнате, комнате. In my room she'll get to you In my room
Could I turn on the lie, impress unknown eyes Humour absorbs the thoughts, churning the motionless talks She turns through her magazines
In my room she'll get to you In my room
Could I turn on the light, impress unknown eyes Humour absorbs the thoughts, lift up your sorted heads Turning up, building up silent sounds
Just another day Struck out like before Room, room, room, room ____________________________________
In my room she will get to you, get to you, In my room...
Can I turn on the lie, the impression of an unknown eye, Humor absorbs thoughts, filling the motionless conversations. See things from a different point when she’s headlining in magazines.
In my room she will get to you, get to you, In my room...
Can I turn on the light, the impression of an unknown eye, Humor absorbs thoughts, lift up the sorted heads. She played like fools dancing, turned around tensely, creating quiet sounds.
Just another day, all in my room, Cross out, as before, everything in my room, Room, room, room, room.