Текст песни Jack Burgesst - Стихи в лифте

We were at the bottom of the week,
I, you. Elevator.
I opened you. But for a while.
Like doors.

I was buried
a little timid
Burned
Like buttons.

We were waiting.
I, you. Kitchen.
We drove, and I was hoping.
That the elevator will collapse.
It was a little stupid, right?
Meet the elevator.
But meeting and poems in the elevator,
This is true,
Atmospheric.