Batarypawer

The cold wind and rain have intensified a Hundredfold. Everything says that there's no turning back. You're not my little Moth and I'm not your Little Andre. Our love has run out of battery power. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Battery power. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Battery power. I missed you during our separation. You came back to me through dreams and distances. But no matter what, fate came along, And our love ran out of battery. Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Battery. Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh. Battery. And everything seems the same. The same cups and spoons, the same water in The tap, the same chair without a leg, And the same canary chirping in the morning, But our love ran out of battery. Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Battery. Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Battery. Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Battery. Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Battery. Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. Battery. Oh-oh-oh, Battery.