an empty road beside a shallow ditch, filled with little kids, doing little things. Their moms and dads are wearing magazines, embarassed to be seen outside their heads. There's a place where we pray and can't be seen. In glass, we sleep and we dream. A lonely road stretched out in the dark. It's a shitty world, with a shitty heart. it's why we fight! it's why we hang our heads. its why we grow our hair. its why we never cared. there's a place we pray and can't be seen. in glass we sleep and we dream. of horses, and goldmines, and submarines. of mountains, and rivers, and trees...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
