Текст песни #8

Sorry, I may be a little late But I'll pick you up Please trust me My life is so crazy and spoiled I wanted to show you a great ship Come to my town Believe me It's not a dream The tired memory that hugs me I need to get away from everything What do you want next for your birthday I should be back to you by then Better to go around than be in traffic jam I don't ask you to understand I'm not talking about who is right From the star, there is no answer Sometimes I feel so weak But it's my choice The tired memory that hugs me I need to get away from everything What do you want next for your birthday I should be back to you by then Better to go around than be in traffic jam I don't ask you to understand I'm not talking about who is right From the star, there is no answer Sometimes I feel so weak But it's my choice Sorry, I may be a little late But I'll pick you up Please trust me My life is so crazy and spoiled I wanted to show you a great ship Come to my town Believe me It's not a dream