Hey, close your eyes and pray There's nothing left to say The film is black and white Nineteen-twenty nine
The great depression A man comes around He comes around And he drinks the black milk Runs down the potter's ground Lines of light throughout the city The white noise Speed of sound
There's nothing left to say Close your eyes and pray
Now close your eyes and cry Under the television sky Say thank you, good night Goodbye
Now close your eyes and cry Under the television sky Say thank you, good night GoodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
