Rooftops, grey smoke I wrote your name the moment that I woke
And I feel the need to work and fill My empty box
Nineteen, age of glory I need some time for me You took your night shift oh Nineteen, not much glory Apart from writing poetry I'm taking some time off
Spare days, spent idle The shapes (the shapes), waves (waves), tidal
Are we grown-up kids? At least we're making it Does it feel odd? Do you think we're shifting into scaly animals? I watched you shed your skin You watched me turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
