Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me My face spills so gently into your eyes Disturbing the waters of our lives
Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your memories are not real
Wear sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives Of our livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
