Jet - black was the life in the autum of my life every day wasting time by useluse things all time pressure never alone never time to think endless memoris form the past till the morningbrach ringin telephones twice as much atention from the crouwd entitling alle my thought
Proud; here I am back on my feet again i can figt the world with you everydy looking at the millin'sun thill the last part of you lifes eyes will look to eachother remind me forever of you
