Текст песни: Zita Swoon - Hot Hotter Hottest



30 days is long enough

So baby I don`t call you anymore

I wish you`d rush into my arms

But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm

The phone it rang `round half past one

And then I pull the plug out of the wall

The conversations that I have

They don`t amount to nothing

Except for the ugly thoughts I have



The doorbell rang `round half past two

And when I walk back inside my day was through

I think I slept all afternoon

And when I woke at night the moon was full

The neon flashing in the streets

I walk through town to a lazy beat

I take the phones off of my ears

`Cause the music don`t sooth me

It just makes me bleed



I wonder if I`m done with thinking

This prison room will be my grave

But now I`m all alone and drinking

Altough I surely lost the taste



In the morning when I woke

I heard a noisy television host

I switch theman out of my room

`Cause the games they don`t thrill me

They just make me blue

The window`s open

The curtain flies

I see the ghost of you before my eyes

I shiver as I turn away

I see the phone is waiting

I dial and I pray

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30 days is long enough

So baby I don`t call you anymore

I wish you`d rush into my arms

But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm

The phone it rang `round half past one

And then I pull the plug out of the wall

The conversations that I have

They don`t amount to nothing

Except for the ugly thoughts I have



The doorbell rang `round half past two

And when I walk back inside my day was through

I think I slept all afternoon

And when I woke at night the moon was full

The neon flashing in the streets

I walk through town to a lazy beat

I take the phones off of my ears

`Cause the music don`t sooth me

It just makes me bleed



I wonder if I`m done with thinking

This prison room will be my grave

But now I`m all alone and drinking

Altough I surely lost the taste



In the morning when I woke

I heard a noisy television host

I switch theman out of my room

`Cause the games they don`t thrill me

They just make me blue

The window`s open

The curtain flies

I see the ghost of you before my eyes

I shiver as I turn away

I see the phone is waiting

I dial and I pray

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