I can see the golden sprinter Covering the line with feathers Oh, take me to your best kept secret
I'll choke a cartoon I'll rattle a bud till it blooms Oh, such thankless treatment
I can see the old eye open Rolling at a pre-made moment
Focus has not been the same Since I gave it such rave notice
I colored your mane He'll do what he did in the rain Nature called it by its name
I can see the hunted splinter Doubled over at the interplay Nature called it by its name
Hopeless I never knew your best kept secret Hopeless I never knew your best kept secret Hopeless I never knew your best kept secretTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
