Your month is thirty nights and days
My month maybe a little shorter than your life
Your weeks running fast, but not mine
An infinity of grief filled my days and nights
Blood usually freezes quickly, let's see
Anyways it won't be matter in a month three
Your month is thirty nights and days
My month maybe a little shorter than your life
Your days pass quickly as train flies to the station
Alcohol, cigarettes, stupid meetings prostration
However, I want it to be important in month or three
My month is thirty nights of grief
Your smile is like a sea
Your month is thirty nights and days
My month maybe a little shorter than your life
