Ivy and vine, poison and wine It’s just a matter of how you choose to waste your time Cranberry juice, old paper news If it’s all the same, then, tell me, what’s the use?
Red uptown trains boring holes in their brains Waiting for a gaze to make a change Holes in the wall can rarely see it all It’s more than a walk down a hallowed hall
Ivy and vine, paper cut lines This kind of sight, it robs ordinary people blind. Birdies and bees, clean, bruise-free knees They’ve never had to bow down to gravity
Red uptown trains boring holes in their brains Waiting for a gaze to make a change Holes in the wall can rarely see it all It’s more than a walk down a hallowed hall
It’s not a matter of taste, not a matter of saving space What you promise to change will never change, never change Every time you unwind, every time you close your eyes You’re falling behind, you’re falling behind
Ivy and vine, poison and wine It’s all a matter of how you choose to waste your timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
