Lletres: Strata. For Testing Purposes v1.0. Champagne.

Can't wait to fall asleep
i'll never truly call this living
i think that life's the only game nobody ever
seems to win
you hold yourself
above the highest
and the center of my head
i crawl
what's left I won't mind
champagne
take me home
champagne
take me home
and wither away
and wither away
someone's kissing you
like it really means something
somewhere someone's shaking your hand
in the back seat of a limosine
champagne
take me home
champagne
take me home
and wither away
champagne
take me home
champagne
take me home
and wither away
and wither away
wither away