White Lines from Commotion by Drift

Do we have to wait till our love is gone?
Do we have to wait till our lives will change?
All our love's like a crooked street
It always ends up very strange.
There's only past that left no trace
There's only pain you feel so deep
There is the feeling of your empty space
Dream is sinking away like a ship
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And our white lines
Do not create a cross
And our strange lives
Leave nothing but remorse...
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Put on your clothes, get out of your house
Make up your mind and live up to your dream
Follow the silence and follow the stars
These strange collisions blaze deep in the steam

• Electronic
• downtempo
• trip-hop
• город Псков