When the world changes to the place so cold I wonder if I could be your mirror These days they that no man is an island But when I dream of who we were I slip away
Like the pages of the book I'd never get to write On the eastside of the city Where the ink is running dry And if you love me like you say Take this book and burn the page The rain will wash away the ashes On the eastside of my heart
Tomorrow when your eyes are growing old And your reflection starts to turn so cold I wonder if I could be your mirror And together we could crack and break forever
Like the pages of the book I'd never get to write On the eastside of the city Where the ink is running dry And if you love me like you say Take this book and burn the page The rain will wash away the ashes On the eastside of my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.