Less, We Remember

The sky that can, shears abandon

The ashtray spent on the kitchen floor

Came back to yr festival atmosphere

So my friends are waiting and people are queueing

And strangers are glancing and music is for mistakes

But I don't know who's wrong

Two hours have gone and my friends are dancing

Hackers are cracking, and strangers are talking

And music is for the corridors

But I don't know the song

Two hours have gone and people are leaving

And taxis are coming and our friends are parting

And strangers are kissing and my head is spinning

And my life's collapsing and I forgot, what a pissed head

So we should go to that place one more time

Before I die