Текст: Liquido. At The Rocks. Play Some Rock.

longing for the schoolyard . reaching for the scenes . reminded by the songs that will never disappear . random like the infants . outdated like the old . lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure . doing some rehearsal . exercising in the cold . lowering the standarts . for the six-string never rolled . whistling at the girls . and saving for the fuel . making plans and knock knock knock on wood . play some rock . play some rock . please don?t stop . coming home coming home . sentenced by our faults . we were to make in time . pleasently aware . of our solitude in mind . saved me from the boredom . of what we disavowed . encouraged by the sound . that was the sweetest one of all . admiring your senses . infected by your tongue . defenceless I believed . that we?d face anything to come . you innocently told me . you?d catch me when I fall . and solemnly we?d knock knock knock on wood . play some rock . play some rock . please don?t stop . coming home coming home . I?m not the only one ...