Текст песни Missed - Livingston

Under the cover of the April fool snow
I sneak into your camp , so to speak,
About how long and hard
We read each other.
You have sent similarity plan
Where in the figures set out what will be and where?
You laugh .
I laugh .

We felt sorry for not flushing armature
And wasting words on , it seemed , every last something.
Broken clock - a gift to his father .
Let it be a new sign of the " On Happiness"

And the tabernacle of our filters
And the sun spilling between us .
And ask , assess , and then to impose -
" I'm sorry, we can not cope , because the two of us can not wait to get away "