Bad Light District - Pocket Size World

So we have a reason
To occupy this place
To change the flow of Saint River
So we can not feel surprised
It’s already given
What we need is trying to find another reason
Lay your head on pillow
Scratch your fingers on
My surface is soft so you can see the light on
Coming through, coming through
A half transparent curtain on your frozen window
Dive
In an enthusiastic unshaped blanket
Call
The telephone that acts to be arranged
Tear
That place apart form all suspicions
You see?
Crap!
Everything reminds me bad
Take it out of me