Текст песни Cloud Atlas - Между точек

Twenty years of Insomnia and mediocre films
Write sea salt on the stone my name
I lose myself and you lose
Are you one of those who will never know
How do I put sugar in your morning coffee
Where lie in my house and guitar carry case
Frame Composite looks not your eyes
And we are unlikely to face again with his lips

In this city of the dead of night
In light of your thoughts pure are
A and B, and between these points
You and I, but the smoke and by the way
Good riddance to my past
Fear and anxiety. impossible
Look at your hand take
How am I going without them

Twenty years I go on these roads
Every muscle to grow into the asphalt
And if you suddenly left me on the ground a little bit
That I could sing and say,
What in the world cheering beauty
I did not have the simplicity
And you
Do not know what to call me