This town smells of my cigarettes,
but I don't remember the last time when I was smoking.
The winter here is endless like a train
and my affliction go after it.
Please, say me I will not stay here forever,
It'll destroy me.
I forgot that words about that everything will be better, and all that stupid things you're saying to me while I'm crying.
I'm just going down, down and down, falling down like a dead bird
(have I ever wings to fly?)
Why any of stars in the sky isn't shining to me?
This town exists under the dome, I can't make out anything.
I'm just going down, down and down, falling down like a dead bird
have I ever wings to fly,
or everything is just a dream?