Shrouded in snow pale as the morning star your little flesh scarf sewn by your belly's arms your boiling brain and the stove of your art bubbling over bshrouded in snow pale as the morning star your little flesh scarf sewn by your belly's arms your boiling brain and the stove of your art bubbling over black on the shattered glass
We all have time! i doubt it you'll be just fine! i doubt it suspended in amber, surrounded by the lives you never wanted but you lost
It's what it is that's what it is it's what it is little membrane between the things we've been
Shivering cold, upright and frightened dumb the pulp and wet fruit slip as your fingers numb no design in the rope just a shriek and a moan disembodied prayers for a life alonelack on the shattered glass
We all have time! i doubt it you'll be just fine! i doubt it suspended in amber, surrounded by the lives you never wanted but you lost
it's what it is that's what it is it's what it is little membrane between the things we've been
Shivering cold, upright and frightened dumb the pulp and wet fruit slip as your fingers numb no design in the rope just a shriek and a moan disembodied prayers for a life aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
