Trash Party, Antonio Paul все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

It tasted like a sweet wine, talk about the dream time.
Is it always going to be fine one hundred days from tonight?
cnd just like the fire, our only desire, is to party when the moon's out, take a good look now. Because when I find it, I will decide then, and I hope you don't mind no wasted time here.
Like forward thinking people, and people who don't think at all,
The voices that scream in my head are not my friends, cause' I'm alive.

So runaway.
We'll dance again.