He came in Like a winner Strong and slim Trophies in his grin I can see him taking wind Of what it would be like to lie with me To lie with me
Can you take me? He came in Like a sinner Small and grim Trophies to the wind He can see me wondering Of what it has been like to lie to me (This winter) To not come home to me (This winter) To grow cold towards me (This winter) To feel it annoyed of me (This winter)
Can you take me higher? There is nothing finer Feel my desire All of is my fire
Can you take me higher? There was nothing finer Anything's desire All of was my fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
