You're like a picture You know you'll never be the same thing again But it's a strike of lightning Every time you look Every time you listen What do the gods know? They'll never see the stars look as small as this And you're a strike of lightning Making up a sky for the gods to kiss with
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I want to watch it fade into Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I want to watch it fade into black
What of the missle? Doesn't even own its own way to go That's not the way they made you The colors in your eyes look like a stained glass window When your tears fall You never really see them when they hit the ground But when they do they rise back Over to the gods raining on the god ground
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I want to watch it fade into Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I want to watch it fade into Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I want to watch it fade into Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I want to watch it fade into blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
