Текст песни Tate (Like the Museum) - Exsonvaldes

Amsterdam, Paradiso
Everyone left right after the show
She felt so small, so out of tune
Forgot her keys in the locker-room

To this day nobody knows their fate
They met in front of Blake's Albion
Pictures at the exhibition
Her name was Tate like the museum

I've never heard about it
First time I've heard about it
These stories are not mine
I tell them anyway
Why feel sorry?

I don't feel sorry
I don't feel sorry
Don't hold this against me

Sorry
I just feel petty
Hold this against me

Stuck alone in the tower's lift
Intercom is down I'm waiting for the shift
Time to reflect on what I've become
Annoying time, oh what have I become?

A song is a lie that can tell the truth
For some offenses there's no solid proof
Slept for days on my indecision
Did nothing for as long as possible

I've never heard about it
First time I've heard about it
These stories are not mine
I tell them anyway
Why feel sorry?

I don't feel sorry
I don't feel sorry
Don't hold this against me

Sorry
I just feel petty
Hold this against me

I play
I play
I play
I play such an insignificant part in the world's affairs
I play such an insignificant part in the world's affairs

I don't feel sorry
I don't feel sorry
Don't hold this against me

Sorry
I just feel petty
Hold this against me

I don't feel sorry
I don't feel sorry
Don't hold this against me

Sorry
I just feel petty
Hold this against me

I don't feel sorry
I don't feel sorry
Don't hold this against me

Sorry
I just feel petty
Hold this against me