Skladba
The air smells like an apple
Hardly cut by any light
Heavy of the water
Heavy of what might happen tonight
I love waiting at the tram stop
When there is no rush
So much wisdom passing by
So easy to get overdosed
So easy and so fine
We're so close to be friends
It’s so close to the end
To a smooth end of the world
And your move is a proof that this is a happy-end
Don't worry I'll be fine, soon again