A perfect stylist, Winers aura is distinctively English. Winer doesnt transpose Russian rock ideas into Kings English, but sticks to melancholy, shoe-gazing pop
Hope you comprehend my friend
You're the one I'm keen on
You're the one I really adore
The one I'd like to... die for
There are no batteries inside the sun
So tonight it's over
Hope our love will last at least a little bit longer
Sitting in the darkness
Smoking cigarettes between the 69s
How could we know what's going on
Outside the world is crashing down
With an awful sound
The ducks make love to the dicks
I'd like to rhyme it
Click 'Hide as' and hide it as 'Private'
The world keeps turning round and round
Please, hold
It's not your turn
Keeps turning round and square and round
Sitting in the darkness
Smoking cigarettes between the 69s
How could we know what's going on
Outside the world is crashing down
With an awful sound
Seems like all of our dreams
Come to life after all those dismal years
All of our fears crumble to nothing
Who could ever augur
That this feeling will last forever
That that chary endeavor will grow into
THE BIGGEST LOVE EVER
