The Age of Rockets все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Around the bed frame hollow cans
and rings from coffee cups line the pages on the desk
monday spent mourning the sun
while taste still lingers from something lost along the way

and you're the worst
at what you love the best
and up till now:

well you're not brave if you still keep the letters
and you're not sane if you don't want it better
and you're not drunk if you can't stay in your lane, no
well you're not awake but you haven't been sleeping
and you hate god but you don't believe in
and then you're not scared but you've still got your eyes closed

the sky explodes