So who was first? Obviously not me. She's locked up inside herself and I can't get anything free So won't somebody tell me please Why the former owner always keeps the keys.
There's no bubbles to burst No bursting out crying nor dying of thirst She's utterly tied to somebody else and it seems he got there first. And No, I'm not untying the reins around her neck that she feels and I won't try to prise out of her the truth anymore when she lies about the things that she sees Because the former owner always keeps the keys.
There's no calling "Come here, you're necessary to me." There's no excitement in her face when I implore "Corrupt me and confess to me some more." And when we hear trees falling or see people disappearing Her emotions won't be reached or released, Because the former owner is keeping the keys
Like a ticket inspector running for a bus Irony's revenge surrounds us. And it's ironic that he promised you he'd never let you go When he's left you used-up and disturbed And I said "Just as the early bird catches the worm The early cat catches the bird" But that former owner is keeping his wordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
