Вершы: Lagwagon. Let's Talk About Leftovers. Narrow Straits.

I want to mute the scene to turn back the clocks and turn them off
and feel your silence shut them out block my ears
and i wanna hear of some way or down and out
and all else is separation my watches when you heave for the last
in a conscience moment i could live in nice and regret
here in the past my choose makes memories
and more you clearly maybe think that i have something to live for
buried in the dirt someone will dig and pull the fleet for once
and believe and then you pray for me ?? an undefined promise to heed,
fight it in a colored frustration as i enter the vault you breach unsubsided ??