Bipolar
POL 3.14
Bipolar
You call me at three
Because you want to change
The tone of the living room
That you're tired of gray
That you want to die suddenly
All that has been happening lately
And when I get there
You invite me to go out
Dressed as a princess
And a taxi awaits us
And the world speeds up
A hundred thousand bars spinning
And you and I on this ferris wheel
Portraits of a night
In the photo booths
And without hesitation
I follow you to the subway
Tribunal to the airport
To see lying on the floor
A plane taking off in the sky
And without hesitation
You plant a kiss on me
Burn gas, smell kerosene
What does it matter, I breathe your breath
And give me more reasons that fled
And fly
We get off a train
Air of discussion
You don't understand that I can't follow you
That you want to move
Live near the sea
I remember how you said
That I was a weird guy
That we were opposites
I must be very kamikaze
And still hope you come back
Starting over, nobody knows
That if I call, there will be war
And without hesitation
I follow you to the subway
Tribunal to the airport
To see lying on the floor
A plane taking off in the sky
And without hesitation
You plant a kiss on me
Burn gas, smell kerosene
What does it matter, I breathe your breath
And give me more reasons that fled
And fly
Remember one of these days
Our feet
Coming out of line
Now I know they were good times
I hope to see you again
I hope
I hope
And without hesitation
I follow you to the subway
Tribunal to the airport
To see lying on the floor
A plane taking off in the sky
And without hesitation
You plant a kiss on me
Burn gas, smell kerosene
What does it matter, I breathe your breath
Give me more reasons that fled
And fly
And fly