I remember the sky, the shivering cold, The stars in your hands, the dust on the wall, The earth and the moon, your hand in my hand, Everything was blue, yes the truth was bent We sung along, sweet oblivion, Your whispers would travel to my sun Can you remember? Will I forget? The river was yellow. The truth was bent I’ve grown very cold, it’s time to bury her Cynicism is a very lonely virtueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
