Just the same as times before We reserve our name Wine we will pour Waiting to be served Those things we have so deserved Dining after weeks toils Pining for all weeks spoils to squander
While across the table From me she said Over great ocean and sea now Under her breath A sigh and a plea She said to me I have headaches of my own So don't dare you disagree Like the pulsing cadence of the telltale heart This meter marches me onward And though I'm dazed I'm truly awake From a spotless mind I must depart Yet not because on-looking eyes By a heart that compellingly vies
Outside eyes condemning spies Bid me quickly to console But our meals are now served Feeling now somewhat unnerved
Look away change the subject It might provide a fleeting fix While audibly louder now Chiming clocks second hand Provokingly ticks
Lend a kind word And take of her hand And with hope You shall gird dysphoric landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
