In the greyness it's been waiting, down in the dust until its roots. I feel it luring inside, I can read its light, the answer to the end.
Your face seems to have made me love, but now its just a blur in my mind. We are nothing but tools.
Under these bones long lost, I remember through them. They whisper to me that this place is not true.
My lips hold the answer to it, what utopia is like. In the greyness I am waiting. I feel you fly through, never inside.
While I lose my last memory, I regret I aimed for paradise.
Under these walls of perfection, nothing is what I dreamt of, what I thought, there is no more.
Under these walls of perfection I've lost myself. My shadow never to follow, and the keys to be lost.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
