Rust from before, all bright They came from the north, then right Like something from stories never told Listen to them, they won't get old
You call on my stone, all Christ You fixed it in the road, self tight You say that the journey is not the gold I say you go do what you've been told
The more you feel it, feel awake The more I see it And I know you feel it, anyway now
Rust from before, all bright They came from the north, then right Like something from stories never told Listen to them and they won't get old
In the ground it is Burn the crown ‘cause it's Breath to pull another like you Wrapped around another like you
The more you feel it, feel awake The more I see it And I know you feel it, anyway now
In the ground it is Burn the crown ‘cause it's Breath to pull another like you Wrapped around another like you In the ground it is Burn the crown ‘cause it's Breath to pull another like you Wrapped around another like youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
