Wine into mugs
Cut the cheese in my home with a spoon
'Cause my movements remain soft
Even though you are not in the room
You are loud and defiant
In my thoughts
Well I try to suppress and deny the upsets
So I muffle the sound with a call
Frankie will heal me
It feels like she's near me
'Cause every time we talk it's never difficult to make out the words
It's as if she has heard me before
I knew hеr name
She knows what I desеrve
And I wish I could do the same
[Whistle]