Budapest-Motorama

[00:44.490]Stone in your fist smells like sea [00:47.490]Refreshing old memories of your lover [00:51.490]The haze over the hills, it's getting cold [00:55.490]Can't chase the time [00:58.490]I see, it's budapest in your eyes [01:05.490]I see, it's budapest in your eyes [01:30.490]And she's falling to my arms, falling apart [01:38.490]And your terror sails so far away [01:43.490]Sound of a flute makes you weak [01:47.490]Blowing soft melodies to the harbours [01:51.490]It floats near your head, i feel it's warmth [01:55.490]Can't breathe enough [01:57.490]I see, it's budapest in your eyes [02:04.490]I see, it's budapest in your eyes [02:57.490]Budapest in your eyes, howling through the harbours [03:04.490]Budapest in your eyes, blinking through the light