19 April 2012
Baby, this radio is playing every sad song. I remember living like we were alive.
They burned down the playground, where I always used to find you, Smoke rolling from your poison lips.
We lit a fire to never go out.
I saw flame light, Last night In a dream about our Old life.
Don't wait too long To come back, I'll have the record ready to spin. Don't let the years of our youth pass on.
Cross Your Heart, • Opuss № I