In starless skies above the weather I only hide to sleep stretchers. Another thick black mark upon a thin white heart. And if I couls prove my heart was bigger than my ego. Could I expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong? If my behavior made me better than my troughts are. Could I demand that I be counted among the cleanest and the strong, right or wrong? We're primitive like roses, rocks and shells and the tiny grin of an infant. I think we sleep too muchand starve ourselves of sun.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
