Текст песни pleshakov on fire - Traces

i walk out the door and enter the endless night
the road is lit and bright like belle epoque tonight
i light the cigarette
my small award
for promises I haven't kept

it's only until now i get it
how she'd triggered something inside me
so i can see ten ways instead of one
i can see ten ways instead of one
and choose them all

but thoughts that I still have leave traces
echoes of it all they leave scar laces
(like) jets across the sky skip for better places
the thoughts that linger on
i can't waste this

can't waste that
can't waste that
can't waste that
can't waste that