Energies must be collected, take a walk next to me. We fight for each other, you’re closer, you’re louder. A small piece of love blows you out of the room, I fold my clothes and swear the gloom. Every tree already has buds, nobody’s mourning today. Your scent is still here, I’m trying to get away. There’s no other option. By now you are beyond the city. The T-shirts are lined up on my bed, my favourite one’s with the inscription: ‘Felicity’. Felicity, Felicity, Felicity maybe once you will get out of my head. Maybe once you will get out of my head. In the evening if I fall asleep you may come back for that shirt, then you must be damn silent and have to stifle your breath. There’s no other option for you. There’s no other option for you Felicity. Felicity, Felicity, Felicity maybe once you will get out of my head. Maybe once you will get out of my head.