Strange the god of your name is in two Shells and silvery scales and torrents of blue One more pilot fish come to swim with the shark Dreams of bloodiest extremes picks me from their mouth.
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me.
Cold your blood is your soul but blood is the lie Soul, the hand that you hold before you arrive You're perfect, you're worth it your friends said I guess that it's true You mean it
I've seen it The poets got nothing on you
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me.
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Bodies swinging in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me.
Dream a little dream Dream a little dream Dream a little dream of me.
Dream a little dream Dream a little dream Dream a little dream of me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
