Shoes off at the door Friends undressed in plain sight Laces no longer intertwined Laying on the wooden floor at peace Living their moments To half of what they could be
Feeling at home wherever they meet Filling the room with life Intrusive thoughts brushing up On what was left obsolete Care washing over boundaries As momentary fulfilment blooms Overflowing their glass Evaporating pointlessness
Hatred sleeps between them Words on tips of tongues collide Their unintelligible sounds hit close to home But too much is never enough
I loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
