Letra da Música: The Blue Period - The End of Julia

it's four a.m.
in paris.
the air is rising thick.
did it ever occur to you that i'd wait forever?
the wine has spilled.
wash the glass away with acceptance.
chase it down with a new-found arrogance.
without adding insult to injury i wouldn't change a word of it.
the wine has spilled.
wash the glass away with acceptance.