You don't know where I've been so could you bury it? I am a tattered red carpet lying in the corner of a room in an empty white mansion. You're a priceless cedar rocking chair teetering over me. There is a gentle breeze blowing in from an opened window that puts us in perfect harmony. When you wake up I am not lying next to you but you now sit still somewhere far awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
