6.3.5. کے بول

Dry sky put my things together, jump in the car Outside the world is so quiet, no one at the traffic lights Drive fast heading to the airport Fumbling for my boarding card Breathe deep, stay calm, i'm off on the 6.3.5 Maybe i will see you tonight, in dublin town What's your name - depends on the weather, strange line Black hair blue eyes, call cards expensive wine Smoke pub hale-bopp, never played for such a crowd I'm in the world of contraditions, violence and smiles I came withe the 6.3.5. leaving tonight, Dublin town, glad that i've seen you tonight