Когда идешь утром по полуобшарпанной-полупрестижной Бронной. И серые люди кругом бегут на работу, и обгоняют тебя. И ты такой же серый и тоже бежишь на работу. И музыка в плеере. И уже светло, и небо синее. И почти-почти мороз, и почти кусает, и нос замерз, и кончики ушей. И понимаешь, что в этом кайф начала ноября...
Lost!
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I would cross
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get
What I deserved
No better and no worse
I just got lost
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Ohhh and I'm...
Just waiting 'til the shine wears off
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ohhh and I'm...
Just waiting until the firing stopped
Ohhh and I'm...
Just waiting 'til the shine wears off