Hot Snow Storm. Other. Pack Your Stuff. Zeneszám

A corner filled with darkness, bloody moon
Passing by the window, blurry shapes
A damp place, cold blankets, dust on the shelves
Reminds me of the day, day of doom.

Refr.
Pack your stuff and disappear, go have yourself a nice life honey
But you'll always have that spot in your life, I'll have the glory

I didn't know what to do or what to say
You were laying next to an unknown guy
In my own bed, with my bottle of wine on the case
Now, that was the day, day of doom


(Thanks to Bagossy Laszlo for these lyrics)