Когда желания хватает лишь на то,чтобы жить,а не спасать других,когда немного грусно и тяжело... Когда ничего не хочется,кроме как гулять,думать,вспоминать прошлое со всеми его ошибками и странностями.тогда нужно немножко помечтать,расслабиться,позволить себе передышку... например,субботним утром,в кровати...

Sun been down for days                         
A winter melody she plays                      
The thunder makes her contemplate              
She hears a noise behind the gate             
Perhaps a letter with a dove                   
Perhaps a stranger she could love              

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store                         
where the people are pleasantly                
strange                                        
and counting the                               
change                                         
as she goes…                                   
Nobody knows