Tekstovi: Second. Private Life. Surrender.

I can't scape
from your design
I live in a
confused paradise
On Saturday
I feel so fine
I know,
I can loose myself

Is it wrong to celebrate?
Is it wrong to have enough?
In this moment
I could jump and laugh
Right now I feel so good


I surrender
I just want to
find my sense
It's a problem sometimes
When a arrives the Monday
I'm depressed

I surrender
I am infected
With your nailed dart
Direct to my innocence