They say the storm's a one eyed fraud Its raging surface just an act There's little reason to applaud Such transparental deception
And they tell you to shut your windows And they tell you to comb your hair Cause outside there be monsters And clothes you should not wear
They say your dreams will come to pass That we will all someday forget An ambition made of glass Such an arrogant perception
And they tell you to shut your windows And they tell you to comb your hair Cause outside there be monsters And clothes you should not wearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.