Текст The Airborne Toxic Event – Gasoline

..Five, six, seven, eight!

All the time I wake
You’re still on my mind
We were on our own

And she’ll step away
For a second or two
And I close my eyes
And I think of you

We were only seventeen
We were holding in our screams
Like we’d torn it from the pages of some lipstick magazine
And you’d scratch and turn
And say, «let’s burn ourselves up ’til we scream»
Like gasoline

All those tender days
At your mother’s house
And your father would find my hand inside your blouse

They tell me that
You’re married now
Well, my dear, I fear I can’t understand how

When we were only seventeen
We were holding back our screams
Like we’d torn our lives from the pages of some girlie magazines
And you’d scratch and turn
And say, «let’s burn these sheets down to the seams»
Like gasoline

I was only twenty one
I wasn’t having any fun
And the words you said tore through my head

And these years have seen so many imitations turning green
Each like the last, they go right past like credits on a screen
But your memory blazes through me
Burning everything
Like gasoline
Like gasoline
Like gasoline