It was the last word out of my mouth Such a sick and dirty sound, dirty sound I could trade it for an antic Pray for rain and some dramatics
We were pulled over for imitating landscapes
Follow the wires above the car They delineate the hour of the star A howling sound I could not identify Between minutes like a fly, like a flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
