Текст песни Suitcase - Vic Wang

There's nothing to be done today
What's said can't be unsaid
We're all just passersby
Inside containers
Where we unfold our wooden hearts

My backpack is where I drop my emos
I throw 'em away when it's full
Looking out my windowpane
Flowers bloom then wither
Buried in monotones

And you know
I don't believe, we're all worse off
When we limp from the train
Fresh rain on pavement
Sunset crosses your watercolor eyes
On my way home

Oh
It's time to pack
But just a matter of time, a fact
Now it's time to leave with peace
But just a matter of time, a fact