I'm running out of miracles Oh my soul And the streets are lined with one-man shows Oh my soul Corner boys were moved along Oh my soul We're plummeting like crippled crows Oh my soul Oh, long before You and I were born Others beat these benches with their empty cups To the night and its stars To be here, and now, and who we are
Another sunrise with my sad captains With who I choose to lose my mind And if it's all we only pass this way but once What a perfect waste of time
The BMX apothecary Oh my soul The architect of infamy Oh my soul For each and every train we miss Oh my soul A bitter little Eucharist Oh my soul Oh, long before You and I were born Others beat these benches with their empty cups To the night and its stars To be here, and now, and who we are
Another sunrise with my sad captains With who I choose to lose my mind And if it's all we only pass this way but once What a perfect waste of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
