These words they make the world spin here in steady rotation Until the new words turn the new world into oblivion Well at the end of the line and this new world feels pretty rotten Then we'll go our separate ways to put new blood in our system
I've never seen eyes so hurt, the kind that scream my name Now what can I make of life when it all seems like a game? I've gotta tie up all my loose ends 'fore my skin turns to mange So I've gotta look at the sky and imagine I've found my placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
