This is a grey-tinted lense to see through With green-colored eyes I dive into Your brown ones and blue ones Aside from the fact that we've never met before Please don't asume I don't know you more than you think I could I can figure these things out so easily They are no riddle to me
Like a bird flying overhead In her blue, lonely sky
Deep, deep down I must tell you that I have these dreams But these dreams aren't exactly what I hope they'd be Call me human Just give me props ? Some breed of jealous grace Love me
Like a bird flying overhead In her blue, lonely sky
Birds flying overhead, In their blue lonely sky
I was born quite beautiful But since I've done some ugly things In these prideful wings I'm so sorryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.