Анатолий Квечер

I'm on your own page You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground We are the jack-o'-lanterns in July Setting fire to the sky Here it comes, it's a rising tide for gold Put on your own page A crosswalk and cross hearts and hope To die through the clouds with red lighting So we can take the world back from a heart attack One maniac at a time, we will take it back You know, time calls on when you're waiting for the song to start So dance alone to the beat of your heart Hey, young blood, doesn't it feel