tornado from Virtual Reality by Leon Patriz

i don't want to see anyone
to be anything
to go anywhere
i don't want to sail far away
to fail at the day
to breath in the air

the old lovers
on a saturday night
were going down
where everything's alright
lots of fun
and lots to be won
going back to the place
where they all came from
driving far
but driven mad
they were driving there
they knew it couldn't be bad
4 o'clock in the afternoon
they were passing by
i didn't have any room
they stole my shoes
it didn't matter to me
but my feet got cold
in the infirmary
back then
i could've told them better
but i knew them when
they had it more together
drinking tea and eating rice
they felt at home
and then they rolled the dice
and i know that they're with me
even though they're not
but it's too late
and the sun's too hot
and each moment gives a little bit more
but the stars are dying and i have no door
and each moment gives a little bit more
but the stars are dying and i have no door

• Pop
• Vancouver