E / Encyrcle / Strange Days (The Doors cover)
Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They're goin' to destroy Our casual joys We shall go on playing or find a new town Yeah
Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it Yeah
Strange days have found us And through their strange hours, we linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day to a strange night of stone Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |