Had to wake up, my stomach was drilled But nothing just seemed to make sense The blood in my nose, the marks on my skin My head was an absolute mess My wallet was empty and so were my pockets I couldn't even start to remember As a note on the doorstep caught my attention "Sold you!" and a telephone number This isn't right! Not in my mind What is all this? I must be blind Right after dialing up a sweet voice answered the phone: "I'm yours if you'll be mine, last night you were pretty wild" She hanged up, My head was thrilled But nothing still seemed to make sense The marks on my nose, the blood on my skin My wallet was an absolute mess My head was empty and so was my doorstep I couldn't even get my attention The telephone on the doorstep caught my number "Wake up!" and please my intentions I cannot understand why these are now my hands The ground's up to my knees And on my bed someone's asleep I lean forward to grab his arm And pull his body towards me Bur it cannot be true: It's me who's fast asleep! This was my little story About the reckless horror Of dreams transformed from glory Into dark treacherous terror So pay attention to me It's for your own sake Make good use of yourself And turn away from what's fakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
