A breath, perhaps a word to take your place, stand in front of me Oh tell me what is worse Leave the laurels for my enemies
When you gonna stop it When you gonna stop it When you gonna lay it down in the undertow
Oh face, fade to fake You were shining like a movie screen Blackest lake— break the frame Leave our names engraved on everything
When you gonna stop it When you gonna stop it When you gonna lay it down in the undertow
We want wild winds We want big wins We want bones bleached and scattering But who knows what the night is thinking Who knows what the night is thinking Who knows what the night is thinkingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
