* Related tracks in playlist "Memories" Lead singer was a wrestler He had a little crush on me I had lots of curiosity And a half-broken heart Dirt-poor but proud bookworm I expected people speaking classic My life was odd—but still—fantastic The kind of life that feels like art And the other guys, the band Amazed me—how people can tell The right line at the perfect time and Keep inner harmony so well Common talk in subtle sync Half-drunk, yet moving like on stage I was a bookworm, still a blank page Mostly witty—but there, a missing link They told me gently: girl, girl, wake up… You’re wasting your pretty young years Do you have doubts? Do you have fears? We’ll feed you—and your cat, too Maybe I dreamed of love like an art form But in the end, we all felt some sorrow "Hey pretty girl—we're leaving tomorrow— And you didn’t want any of us? Why so?" I liked men, but liking wasn't enough I started thinking through my young years Why I am… how I am—so out of touch— Not from decency, not from fears Something sacred, something odd Something hidden was in my mind And I thought I'd never meet— The one of my kind...
0/500