Besedila:
Filmmaker An Invitation To An Accident

you always said that if i'm a star then you're a constellation but the sky is burnt out and we're just going through emotions you've got this mile wide

My father?s hands wore their way right through his gloves through thirty years of doubt and love, thirty years of drought and flood. Trussing grid rode

See the stars on a clear night See them pass us by Brace yourself for a long drive Try to rest your tired eyes I'll wake you when we get there I'll wake

And she left No Goodbyes No i'll miss you That was it Her last words were drive safe An invitation to an accident It's been the waste of another year

than gain I am falling, I am failing This kidding you is killing me Don't hold it to coincidence that our paths don't cross anymore I am drowning in an