I'm tough enough
But can easily
Weep about
My love being so
Unfortunate
Misunderstandings
And lack of devotion
Me being obsessed
With my own emotions
To tell the truth
I feel so guilty
For the bruises
I gave people
Have no excuse
And now I am projecting
Those moments on myself
Seeking them to be correct
Can't take out of my head
Us going nowhere
Paying strangers no care
So drunk but we're sober
Kissing on Red Square
Or painting my room grey
And redecorating
Broadcast replays it
In all tiny details
Oh it's so surreal
How they are dancing in the mirrors
They wanna make me feel
The nostalgia
Hooked on
Past Broadcast
Filled with strong visuals
Like I'm in a cinema
They play my life so far
Inviting to go back
To episode one
Past Broadcast
They know my weakness spots
And how to advertise
Their service with that charm
To go back in life
Fill me in one more time
Need the tool to clean my past
There will be nothing to broadcast
Need the tool to clean my past
There will be nothing to broadcast