Gasoline [Turkish translation]

Five, six, seven, eight!

All the time I wake

You're still on my mind

We were on our own

Almost all the time

And she'll step away

For a second or two

And I close my eyes

And I think of you

We were only seventeen

We were holding in our screams

Like we'd torn it from the pages of some lipstick magazine

And you'd scratch and turn

And say, "let's burn ourselves up till we scream"

Like gasoline

All those tender days

At your mother's house

And your father would find my hand inside your blouse

They tell me that

You're married now

Well, my dear, I fear I can't understand how

When we were only seventeen

We were holding back our screams

Like we'd torn our lives from the pages of some girlie magazines

And you'd scratch and turn

And say, "let's burn these sheets down to the seams"

Like gasoline

I was only twenty one

I wasn't having any fun

And the words you said tore through my head

Like bullets from a gun

And I should have just shown up and said,

"Get in this car, let's run"

And these years have seen so many imitations turning green

Each like the last, they go right past like credits on a screen

But your memory blazes through me

Burning everything

Like gasoline

Like gasoline

Like gasoline

• Artist:The Airborne Toxic Event