Crash on the highway, stranded between. My friends had waited, but left without me.
A glimpse on the platform, we met on the train. She came from further, heading my way.
Three days in April, three years ago. One black eyed stranger I learned to know made all my plans stop shook me off track.
Ten days of longing I followed her back. A plane made of paper struck by the light circled forever over the city at night.
Like a movie, like a song, how it should be being youngTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
