Текст песни
In my dreams, she get's high off cellophane, or plots of war and sure demise.
But feelings aside, I guess it's a lie I told to my own centerfold.
Was I wrong from the start to think I was waiting for some call to arms?
Picture me on a open sea, running, running and finding nothing.
Deep in my heart I know it was a regret.
I'll take a piece apart so you can feel it.
c centerfold can get to your head but letting go makes sense when you're dead.
Life takes many things from you, it brings for you.
For you...