Текст Mono Inc. – 118

I’m standing at the roadside on the 118
It’s freezing cold I’m dead tired
A haze lies on the landscape and I’m shivering
And all the falling stars seem to say goodbye

I hit the road now here on the 118
It’s freezing cold I’m dead tired
It’s eight thousand miles to where I don’t wanna be
But still I’m leaving and I kind of wonder why
It was a great from the beginning to the closing scene
I count those hundreds of dead flies on the dirty windscreen
You changed my paradigm and aspects
You’re my passport to fame
I’ll think back of you
Every time it rains