Well You think you have something to say

You turn on your radio and the big man’s coming your way



And still you want to run and still you want to hide,

and still you think your starship’s waiting outside

You think that you can run, you think that you can hide,

you think you can disappear from this world



I’m looking in your eyes, I see that you’re surprised –

Oh, baby, that’s no starship waiting outside

© Reamonn



…таким я хотела сделать эпиграф