Paul Hilton: It's hardly odd that sometimes I am found Talking to the walls Alone Pretending I am with someone No, closed in a room In these locks and chains Hoping joy is born of love Not money and not wine And that Eden's waiting somewhere And it's beautiful design
Sooner or later You'll begin to see that I'm only holding Onto shreds of a life to me I'm a cluster of a mere fragments I'm made of broken glass
Golda Rosheuval: It's hardly odd that sometimes I am found Wishing all alone That my arms were strong enough to keep at bay All the forces of chaos that come our way Hoping joy is born of love Through fragility we shine And Eden's waiting somewhere And it's beautiful design
Paul Hilton, Golda Rosheuval: Sooner or later You'll begin to see that I'm only holding Onto shreds of a family We're a cluster of mere fragments We're made of broken glassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
