No Exit

If only we woke up in the same bed

Dawn is coming...

A girl with eyes made of the bluest ice
Melting under machine gun fire

We parted somewhere — can't remember the cities
As if it was in a hangover

Dawn is coming...
There is no way out
Turn the ignition key and off we go
One has to write
In somebody's notebook
in blood, like in the subway:

"There Is No Exit"