Слушать бесплатно Not A Job

"Pull the final splinters Of missing picture winters You have to give yourself a break What's the fascination With lovers at the station You have to tear yourself away Chorus The dream again nobody understands Walking through the long grass on your hands It's not a job to do today Sleep it off Words to make her stay: you said Leave me and the plants die A panic smile across your face Corrugated browline The hissing bitter punchline Call when you can tie your lace You rule my world my brother You rule my world compare "