Crisis Sun

...Autumn mist
Touched the fist
Waiting it to lay
On a motorway

Kids are doomed
In empty rooms
Seems like it's a pay
For the holiday...

...I'll wait on a motorway...

...Autums wants
Arms to fold
Crying face of sky
Found the reason why

Flying dove
Obscures the path
Making me to stay
On a motorway...

...I'll stay on a motorway...


Go through me,
The latest crisis sun!
Go through me
And burn me with your beam!
Promise me
That Autumn is a lie!
Promise me  
That Summer is not-ending dream!


...Autumn mist
Touched the fist
Waiting it to lay
On a motorway...

...I'll wait on a motorway...