You’ve been caught in the middle of a wedding crash We are lost in a ritual of all the late greats of Jazz All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded glass To scrape slowly round my shoulders No I’ll never get tired of red
I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you Can we switch this all off and disregard it ‘Cause of all of our religions and faraway dreams
We are caught in the middle of a dreaded farce Running in circles, pushing squares, got my triangle close to my heart All we need is a wrecking ball with shredded glass To scrape slowly round my shoulders No I’ll never get tired of red
I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you Can we switch this all off and disregard it ‘Cause of all of our religions and faraway dreams
I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you Can we switch this all off and disregard it ‘Cause of all of our religions and faraway dreams
All of our religions in our faraway dreams
I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you Can we switch this all off and disregard it ‘Cause of all of our religions and faraway dreams
I never said I was soft, although I feel it sometimes We don’t know when enough is enough of telling you Can we switch this all off and disregard it ‘Cause of all of our religions and faraway dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
