na torach piątkowym popołudniem rozmowy o Kamieniu
nie mam na nic siły wciąż
she walked away, well her shoes were untied
and the eyes were all red, you could see that we've cried
and i watched and i waited 'till she was inside
forcing a smile and waving goodbye
how to tear apart the ties that bind
perhaps fuck off, might be too kind
do me a favour, tell me to go away