Проигрыш:
So the hearse ran out of gas
А passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
А beautifully plain taxi cab
А cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say,”I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate So he could see another day.”
Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
А little light revealed the spot Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor And found the breath I was searching for
Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked, “Am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead?”
And then one turned around to say,
“We're driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away And all you did will be undone.”