A strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards Heading in loved ones, triggering odds A strange one
And a hard way to come into a cabin, into the weather Into a path walking together A hard one
And the softest lips ever, twenty-five years of waiting to kiss them Smiling and waiting to bend down and kiss twice The softest lips
And a dark little room across the nation, you found myself racing Forgetting the strange and the hard and the soft kiss In the dark room
And a strange form of life kicking through windows, rolling on yards Heading in loved ones, triggering odds A strange oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
