don’t lift up your hands, it’s only a warning like blood in the sand, a kiss is a bruise is endurance for then felt the falling collapse and held in a small room of hell don’t lift up your face, it’s all tangled in, it’s always unraveling for control of, to control it, in controlling, to control it in time growing tall, had outlined the realms left to seal them we knocked back the gold, hoping another one could heal them for when did the faulting collapse come back to just kiss your face we raise up the glass, it’s only the Devil you know, it’s only the Spirit you taste for control of, in controlling, to control it a silver line, nobody born bad, no twin of mine left standing take clear at dawn and dark into dusk, a habit formed in wandering a pass, a turn, a season now lost, some badge to earn, some heavy cost a horn, a tusk, an animal wild, no twin of mine still standing could control it, in control of, for control of, to control itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
