I’m just gonna sleep here on my hands and knees Back on the mainland, the grey reaching tree’s Am I just getting what I deserve? God, it hurts
And the shadows at the shows Enormous and moving to the music I could imagine I was in seven different places all at once
The Colosseum or the concert hall, the city or the sea The bedroom or the ballroom makes no difference to me It’s all just a place to loose it One way or the other you have to break through it
And I still see you on that windowsill My whole life, what a heavy drop to fill Was that just your place to lose it? One way or the other you have to break through it
And the shadows at the shows Enormous and moving to the music I could imagine I was in seven different places all at once
The Colosseum or the concert hall, the city or the sea The bedroom or the ballroom makes no difference to me It’s all just a place to loose it One way or the other you have to break through it
And I still see you on that windowsill My whole life, what a heavy drop to fill Was that just your place to loose it? One way or the other, the other, the other...
The Colosseum or the concert hall, the city or the sea The bedroom or the ballroom makes no difference to me It’s all just a place to loose it One way or the other you have to break through itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
