холодного синтеза было...
организовано некоммерческое
исследовательское учредение...
финансируемое
неизвестным благотворителем...
и возглавляемое русским физиком
доктором Львом Ботвиным.
Фонд Эммы Джей Рассел
займется разработкой
недорогой...
Light a candle.
Lay flowers at the door...
for those who're left behind...
and the ones
who've gone before.
Here it comes now...
sure as silence follows rain...
the taste of you upon my lips...
the fingers in my brain.
Ever gentle...
as it kills me where I lay...
who am I to resist?
Who are you to fail?
Got to get you out of my mind...
but I can't escape
from the feeling...
as I try to leave
the memory behind.
Without you,
what's left to believe in?
I'm so sorry...
for the way it had to go.
Now I feel your presence...
in a way I could not know...
and I wonder...
do you ever feel the same?
In the spilling darkness...
do you ever hear my name?
Got to get you out of my mind...
but I can't escape
from the feeling...
as I...
try to leave
the memory behind.
Without you,
what's left to believe in?
Deep in the back
of your mind...
Deep in the back
of your mind...
And how could you dare...
to come so close...
when you're just a ghost to me?
And I've got to get you
out of my mind...
but I can't escape
from the feeling...
as I...
try to leave
the memory behind.
Without you,
what's left to believe in?
Here in the back of your mind...
It's just black-and-white...
or color.
Those postcards...
sent from heaven...
says, ''Make the most...
''of never-never.''
Horizon stars right here.
The future's always near...
and I...
I know this time...
is borrowed.
I try to remember
and forget my sorrow...
celluloid...
monochrome...
or color.
Don't want to end in tears.
I'll leave before
my fears are found.
Scared to love...
wasted knowledge...
into the brink...
these four walls...
are lost forever.
I will never...
be that clever.