CORNERSTONE

I thought a saw you in the Battleship, but it was only a look alike

She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light

She was close, close enough to be your ghost

But my chances turned to toast when I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook, huddled up in a wicker chair

I wandered over for a closer look and kissed whoever was sitting there

She was close and she held me very tightly

Till I asked awfully politely, "Please, can I call you her name?"

And I elongated my lift home

Yeah, I let him go the long way round

I smelled your scent on the seatbelt

And kept my shortcuts to myself

Такой вот саундтрек моей Зимы.

Кто-то празднует приход весны, а я провожаю мою Зиму. В чем смысл весны, если она не начинается с Мая?