Slim faced child The memories slide Against my mind And laying on my bedroom floor, young With your arms crossed to the ceilings When the aliens came Oh and I thought we were safe
But you saw ghosts In the hallways of our home And you ran with your hands on your eyes Wake me up after midnight With your atlas eyes Your atlas eyes
And father cried Hands tight on the wheel Even heroes break And walking with your backpack on Into a white room where smoke filled your eyes
And the monsters came Oh and I thought you were safe
But you thought you saw grandma At the table Well did she speak as well? And I thought god would save us Did we drink in hell?
Slim faced child The memories slide Against my mind And laying on my bedroom floor, young With your arms crossed to the ceilings When the aliens came Oh and I thought we were safeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
