Lyrics: Illia Nazarov
Music: Illia Nazarov
I love your stupid car
That you got when moved from afar
It's the same loud
Like my heart beats
Brings me back in when seeing it
And it probably has a few miles left
Until it's dead
Still leaked my tears through the board veneers
And washed regrets
When stolen, it will turn to good I hope
Once lost will be found again somewhere
My God, what is left of me
And how do I deal with everything
When stolen, it will turn to good I hope
Once lost will be found again somewhere
My God, what is left of me
And how do I deal with everything
Where am I now
What do I do
With a loss that breaks my neck
I can feel that something's coming
Was it ever a thing that I miss
And I usually have many hopes left
But now I'm spent
I'm not brave enough, feeling time is out
I am giving up on myself
When stolen, it will turn to good I hope
Once lost will be found again somewhere
My God, what is left of me
And how do I deal with everything
When stolen, it will turn to good I hope
Once lost will be found again somewhere
My God, what is left of me
And how do I deal with everything