Letra da Música 2 Digits de Silver Sun

If you say something,
how do you know I'll remember it?
I don't want to smell the workmen working.
But you say get away
because they're digging your ditch.

What is in your mind?
That's what you will say.
Grind their teeth as they pray.
And reading papers stop from turning to clay.
Rays of light that struck you right in the day.

And struck into anti-matter black (it really matters).
I think in nuclear physics, you only work in 2 digits.
Give me your code.
She came in through the window, top flat, no penthouse.

More like a waste-house.
Danger! Danger!
Watch out. Mistress Meaker ruled out.
And you will always get the right place but the wrong wife.

Always leave you wanting the next life.
And struck into anti-matter black...

We can skip through the small print stories
about how we drink, we will allow.
Out of the red and into the black.
Off of the road but still on track.