Besedila: Touriste. Other. Your Move.

Your deep set eyes, are like two sinking ships
In your useless tears that clear like ocean mist
And from your book of life, you read your favourite lines

Read me your favourite line, your favourite line

You had to settle in, ready to make your mark
I was gone before you even had a chance
To pull me up and try to drag me down
Remember now, we are what makes you count

We are what makes you count, what makes you count

And from your book of life, you read your favourite lines
Read me your favourite line...