Dreams or caves Just something to forget myself Blind or deaf Or something worse to bear the nights
Afternoon We're sitting at the table Lights are dimmed No windows in the dining room
I try to think of funny days We're walking barefoot on sunrays
Mother's mute She's weeping at a lonely place Mad and dark This house is like a grave
I try to think of funny days We're walking barefoot on sunrays
Yearning for the flight Yearning for a weightless flightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
