In a shed of broken bits and bobs I built my devil, made my God In a cardboard box I stored Dreams I kept but still ignored
When I begin to shed my skin I hope you’ll stay around until the Morning
My eyelids are tired From looking at the city lights My senses are for hire I'm selling them if the price is right
When I begin to shed my skin I hope you’ll stay around until the Morning
The days and the night meet up And hours and weeks turn into dust And months freeze and years stand still I hope you’ll stay around until the MorningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
