Вершы: Espen Lind. American Love.

I`m lying wide awake in bed
My eyes are closed just like I`m dead
My friends all think that I`m a bore
But I don`t need them anymore
I don`t get up I don`t get out
I have no life to speak about
It feels so good to leave the blame with you
so that`s what I do

I`m going down
come around
Watch me when I hit the ground
Give me just one fix of your
Your sweet American Love
I`d go blind
Lose my mind
Leave the world I know behind
Just to feel it one last time
My sweet American Love

My telephone is off the hook
My eyes are closed I`m scared to look
I bet you`re happy now you`re free
But what about poor little me
I draw your picture on the wall
My phone is dead and still you call
My mama asked I told her I get by
That`s such a lie

I`m going down
come around
Watch me when I hit the ground
Give me just one fix of your
Your sweet American Love
I`d go blind
Lose my mind
Leave the world I know behind
Just to feel it one last time
My sweet American Love

I`ve kept the things you gave to me
The air is clear but I can`t see
And a cheerful boasts that «love is in the air»
But it`s so full of shit
A sony, is it?
So what d`ya you have to leave me for
Was it my hair was I such a bore
Well you know baby
You were always my only choice