Písničky XIX

Odjíždím.

_{"People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me showing my good side"}

Tento rok pro mě končí dneškem.

_{"It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
And it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise"}

Bilancuji, jako by byl Silvestr.

_{"Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh here's where the story ends"}

Ačkoliv kdesi hluboko v sobě mohu teoreticky nalézt pocity nostalgie, tak je tam hledat nehodlám. Mám neskutečnou radost. Ze všeho. Cítím sílu. Cítím naplnění.

_{"It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong"}

Vím, kam patřím. A taky tam právě mířím.

_{"It's that little souvenir of a colourful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise
Here's where the story ends"}

Here’s where the story ends - Sundays