All they know is to photograph People when they're on their knees Say your prayers and wear your black And be grateful it's not you and me
How am I supposed to live Knowing that they're dying How am I supposed to laugh Knowing that they're crying
When did we get so cold When did we get so cold When did we grow so old So old
Raise me up to where the wind blows Out of the ghettos oh Raise me up to where the sun glows Out of these shadows oh
When did we get so cold When did we get so cold When did we grow so old So oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
