Every Room — текст песни (Cutting Jade)

Every room has a view
Of a different side of the ocean
But nobodies got a clue
In which direction to go in

She sits down on the rocks
Her hair blows in the wind
When our eyes meet she stops
And she says, You can`t save me now.

Every room has a view
Of a different side of my soul
But I don`t have a clue
If together they make a whole

Every room has a view
Of a different side of the city
But nobody has a clue
If they think that blackened smoke
And white grass is pretty

I sit down on the rocks
And my hair blows in the wind
For a moment time stops
And I begin to have a view of my own