In the darkness you're Tunisia. Nights are long entropic I can't seem to cope
It's cold when I look in your eyes: Pieces of ice pieces of ice
Pieces of ice pieces of ice. Where the zebra lightning strikes the room
Foreign words are strutted through the gloom
Women swooping down like birds of pray Never close but never far away. Nights are long entropic I can't seem to cope . . . Nights are long entropic I can't seem to cope . . .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
