Don't wait, don't wait Don't wait, don't wait You're way too late Don't wait, don't wait
The beat goes on Until it's gone
She strolls so slowly with her ball and chain The cling clang chatters patterns with the patter of rain Stares in a mirror cracked in seven different ways With holes in her umbrella dripping on her face
Her makeup running down like the tragedy face Alone on a city street surrounded by space She opens her mouth to scream and shout out the pain But all that comes out are silent sobbing sounds of restrain
The beat goes on Until it's gone
There comes a time when she will trust her belly Not disappear from the world like Machiavelli no Forfeit the pride it's not a crime but she's running out of time And denies it's showing while her anxiety's growing old
Don't wait, don't wait Don't wait, don't wait You're way too late Don't wait, don't wait
The beat goes on Until it's gone The beat goes on Don't wait Until it's gone Don't wait The beat goes on Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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