Weak hunts find your hiding places The ones with strong hold tell you where it is Weekends are the times we can recover The weekends need to weak things to told Across a portal to the evening People say machines don't have a soul But my car, she was born a lady The british navy sailors ? But where it's sky at night Help me love the January cold The mission gets ? And she's got ? unknown And in the evening we retire To let our brains desire ? thugs If by the full you're planting diamonds The come of springtime, you will have gold rings You ride the bow of sinking ship The taste of salts, the story that you tell But all my friends are islands My family is what you don't see down below ? infiltration The coming of the ? metaphore By my time I'll keep on singing This ? with the anniversary's gift