Why don’t you talk to me… Won’t you come, won’t you come right now.
Music used to be so important. For instance, if you told me that your childhood was Crockett’s Theme, Paninaro and Maniacs of Noise, I would know exactly where you grew up: in Europe, a little to the south east (in the reception area of Croatia), grew up in the 80s and had an Amiga computer.
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my bones?
Every tick you take, every pip you make, I’ll be watching you.
This pain is just too real.
Oooh-oooh-ooh the tide is turning.
I’m not saying the battle is won…